About Me
- kharizmatic
- Brampton, Ontario, Canada
- Wat up people, my name is Lucas Richards and I'm using this to get some of my song lyrics out. So enjoy and comment like crazy
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Unfinished
A shadows cast and I watch these hours pass by, I think of shit I do and who I was in a past life
I walk a narrow road silence is not enough so I stay humble, trouble follows still so I look strong but I still struggle
Ihave no team mates so I shake these squads and break these huddles, these chains are thicker than the pride I've been forced to swallow
Hearts are hollow void out but love is so magnificent to the point that when it's gone all you think about is missing it
But still magnificence is bliss like it was ignorant, those who shake their ignorance for growth I call them diligent
I'm down to fight the war but first I gotta win the battle, my pain's a skillet some would say that shit's too hot to handle
I learned to swim so I was up the creek without a paddle I'd make it back with heart alone to ride the horse go fetch the saddle
When I face my life I face it on my own terms, to those who try to face me take it back before your ass gets burned
I wanna shake disaster, teach these demons all a lesson see, ya'll just got taste now Imma show you all the rest of me
I'm blessed to see myself become a G a public enemy, offending all the mass no fucks to give while on this ecstasy
Ya'll nigga's testin' me, my limit's almost breaking see I'm patient but this fuckery's been driving me to wreck this scene
I'm still in check, but please release the senseless shit you breathe, option one is that you step back, number two is I will make you leave
Too long I've been deceived by so call friends who make believe my kindness a weakness take for granted the love they still receive
And I'm left dreaming for this pain to take it's sweet release, kill this beast resurrect, now I'm taking part in heavens feast
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Tears of a Soldier (Hero)
I watch as death pierces the light, the smell of blood so foul
It's full of spite but I know I do what I do for right
So young children have the right to sleep at night
Without guns and bomb to shake and wake their slumber
Yet the emotional plunder kills me quicker than a bullet to the head
And I've seen many die that way but as they lay dead
My love for them heals the scars placed on my fragile heart
And I start to cry the tears of a soldier
My eyes fill with tears mixed rage and blood
And i think of the reasons these men and woman innocent and young
Lay lifeless in the mud, the mud of our greed, shame, profanity, it causes them pain
And I, even I who defends their very right feel the blame on my shoulders weigh me down
And the pain is unbearable so I beg God to release me from the pain but he tells me
My child would I give you anymore than you can handle
But Lord I need you to help me understand though
That though I bleed for what is right why do I shed these tears at night, the tears of a soldier
But what is a soldier but one who follows orders and obeys commands?
Am I not more? Did I not do this on my own accord?
Who's to say that I do this for myself other than myself?
I am like them, living without wealth
I too have grown to despise the governments lies so it's no surprise that
Although they masked their pride they'd rather watch their people die then
Stand with integrity and reveal the deterioration on the inside instead of decorating the lie
To make it white, black or grey so vague you can't even say what it is out of fear of being wrong
So who am I? I wonder as a young boy whose family lay in pieces
Looked me in the eye with the same tears I cried and said thank you for what you do and who you are
And I then realized that I am no man who follows instructions from man, rather I obey the voice in my heart
So again I start to cry and in that child's eyes she sees not the tears of a soldier but the tears of his hero
It's full of spite but I know I do what I do for right
So young children have the right to sleep at night
Without guns and bomb to shake and wake their slumber
Yet the emotional plunder kills me quicker than a bullet to the head
And I've seen many die that way but as they lay dead
My love for them heals the scars placed on my fragile heart
And I start to cry the tears of a soldier
My eyes fill with tears mixed rage and blood
And i think of the reasons these men and woman innocent and young
Lay lifeless in the mud, the mud of our greed, shame, profanity, it causes them pain
And I, even I who defends their very right feel the blame on my shoulders weigh me down
And the pain is unbearable so I beg God to release me from the pain but he tells me
My child would I give you anymore than you can handle
But Lord I need you to help me understand though
That though I bleed for what is right why do I shed these tears at night, the tears of a soldier
But what is a soldier but one who follows orders and obeys commands?
Am I not more? Did I not do this on my own accord?
Who's to say that I do this for myself other than myself?
I am like them, living without wealth
I too have grown to despise the governments lies so it's no surprise that
Although they masked their pride they'd rather watch their people die then
Stand with integrity and reveal the deterioration on the inside instead of decorating the lie
To make it white, black or grey so vague you can't even say what it is out of fear of being wrong
So who am I? I wonder as a young boy whose family lay in pieces
Looked me in the eye with the same tears I cried and said thank you for what you do and who you are
And I then realized that I am no man who follows instructions from man, rather I obey the voice in my heart
So again I start to cry and in that child's eyes she sees not the tears of a soldier but the tears of his hero
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
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