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11-27-2003, 05:20 PM
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Honey Bunches
 
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Lone Star State
Posts: 5,840
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Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone ‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming. And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence." |
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11-27-2003, 11:23 PM
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Hybrid Theorist
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Alamo City
Posts: 8,185
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It's close to midnight
And something evil's lurkin' in the dark Under the moonlight You see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream But terror takes the sound before you make it You start to breathe As horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed! Michael Jackson, Thriller
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11-27-2003, 11:56 PM
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The Long Con
Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: G'ville, FL (Gator Country), USA
Posts: 3,007
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Look at how thin your pockets are.//
I could tell you never even had "100 Grand" unless it was a "chocolate bar"! ~ Fabolous, "Fall Back" I'm talking wreckless now.// Cuz I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now.// ~ Fabolous, "Make You Mine" Yo, the whole world is upon you, the pressure is on.// And you can probably sum your life up the best when you're gone.// Upon the creation of all men, destiny's born.// For us to reproduce, so you can keep the legacy goin'.// I know you think I'm Superman, but I got weaknesses too.// I keep a firm leash on things by believing in you .// And after I'm gone I live on breathing through you .// And anything I had in this life, I leave it to you.// Aim for the sky and fly till you come back down.// I had you the baton and you run, till you come back 'round.// Let your heart tell your temper, "Put that gun back down!".// Dry your tears up and turn that frown upside-down.// It'd be plenty to cry for, think life, not death.// You got much more to live for than to die for.// But you got to stay humble.// Cause just as hard as your work to get it, there's people working harder to take it from you.// Cause life, something that people take for granted.// As time passes, you're gonna want something back.// But you won't get it cause history is made every second.// So you crave every lesson and save every blessin'.// No matter how you view the world yo, you never will get it.// The world will be the world through the eyes of whoever is in it.// But things ain't gonna always go right.// Look at it like, yo this ain't your day, but this your life, and live.// ~ Royce da 5'9'', "Life" If you knew my streets.// You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef.// Who snitchin, who told police.// Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace.// Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it.// Cause thugs with no brains got no patience.// New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin.// Musician and flatten composition.// A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein.// Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains.// I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson.// Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons.// The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies.// Around mixed, sp*cs, n*ggaz and giddies.// From my ghetto kings.// In deep thought we don't blink.// But don't think we wastin our time.// It's a New York State of Mind.// Nas, "Streets of New York"
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