April - Damien

Tiger child loyal, born on the FOURTH OF APRIL

Faithful, hateful, wearing an UNLAWFUL LABEL

Declared an attack, it was the WAR OF PENCILS

Honest, hard workin, potential MORE THAN ABLE

Being the rebel, and GROWN ANOTHER LEVEL

I proclaimed I had sold my SOUL TO THE DEVIL

Devoured by anger, hoped someone would HOLD ME

Everything for my music, the prize was being LONELY

It sounds like a cliche, but man I CANT PRETEND

I’ve always known alot of people, but never had MANY FRIENDS

But hurts mend, or that depends on what you do

I wrote music, and did it all year through

Tried to collaborate, and i even tried to pass it on

But when you expect too much of someone

They’ll push you away, and their gone

Especially when you’re influential, i imagined my self gentle

But see now, i acted both demanding and mental

And that is wack, but atleast i admit the fact

And i wish nothing but love to my little brothers in rap

Peace! find my self, i even paused rappin a while

But remembered that quittin was never really my style

So i took it up, and i brushed of some dust

And realized i’d never forgot how to bust

Dice was there all the way, when i was broken and famished

And took me in, gave me food and taught me some spanish

Gracias mi hermano! i consider you flesh and blood

The same goes for pariah! RED forever, nothing but love

OB & Paddy you were there from the start

You guys can always holla, dont ever question your part

But serpents come and go, and want a ticket to the show

They spread their poison, so how far are you willing to go

To clear your name, because of these fuckin snakes

That makes up rumours based on your previous mistakes

And we all make them, but want to think the best of people

But a secret can always be used for evil

I changed my ideology, to never trust a living soul

Because i became frightened of how long my sanity would hold

So i quit drinkin, quit smokin and other toxins

Because of health, but also because i didn’t have any options

Im a bastard when i drink, and a cynic when i think

So i quit the booze, and half the evil, see the link?

So my minds always clear, even though filled with sorrow

A buddhist, see my body as a vessel that is borrowed

Fuck tomorrow, im living in the now, never bow

To any authority, my soul is free, and i scream it loud