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CHalk

from Smoke & Mirrors by MARS

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A narrative of my time dealing with thoughts of suicide, overuse of drugs, and fear of death.

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CHalk


Personal philosophy, never be in debt,
Cuz one minute your a broke nigga, next a chalk silhouette.
Never threatened by the man with a meat grinder,
Never under the knife, their silly cons, a sad reminder,
Lost are the days when I could win soley on attire.
But now I don't care, my days off are retired,
Yes....


Exhale, inhale, life I be charishin,
All white, wasteland, Palin in comparison.
Breathin in and out provin that he's human,
Niggas bettin god status, grand sums they be losin'.
Puff on the grandfather clock,
Piper time a tickin, thinkin bout, what he lost.
Sittin down for a nice long session,
The smoke clouds his mind, don't help his perception, now he guessin,
Left, and right.
Alcoholic thoughts... Toxic tendancies,
Turn once dreams, into too real enemies,
It's a live and learn, no concern trip spiritually,
Why there's no return, cause my lips sealed lyrically,
Hey yo man, It's some kinda tyranny,Yes...
Oh yeah, man It's some kinda tyranny,
Pied piper pipes lying shelved on a rack,
Got the skulls of the followers stored in the back,
Latch holds no folds, yes we taking over,
City on the brink, Listen close, I told her...
They say it's all in our heads, but that's the problem,
People searchin so keep it close, this here's the Golem.
Cut me deep and, widdle my bones,
Til the feelins gone,I can't feel it no more...
I said, cut me deep and, widdle my bones,
Til the feelins gone,I can't feel it no... more...


Personal philosophy, never be in debt,
Cuz one minute your a broke nigga, next a chalk silhouette.
Never threatened by the man with a meat grinder,
Never under the knife, their silly cons a sad reminder,
Lost are the days when I could win soley on attire.
But now I don't care, my days off are retired,
Yes...


Now I'm impersonal, the damage unreversable,
My close friends hold me at trigger pull.
Kickin out my advice, treatin niggas nice,
But one slip up, feels like I lost my life.
I`ll bring you to the ground humble,
Kissin my ring like you ain't got a pocketfull.
Smoke rings hangin in the air,
A sign to my niggas that ill be flyin up there,
But who the hell cares?

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from Smoke & Mirrors, track released October 13, 2010

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