Wednesday, March 29, 2006

WHEN MY EYES UNFOLD


I'm damned if I do, but there's too much regret if I don't
So over breaks, I go for broke
Hopin' I don't choke on the hand that's dealt
Hopin' a light holds a flame as the candle melts
And before my time has come
'Til my flame transforms to smoke, my rhyme ain't done
Shit, these Nike soles ain't ever worn out
I'd rap in sign language if my tongue was torn out
And that can be either dedication...or stubborn
Who's goin' against the grain? Check the rugburn
Handlin' my fraction of this friction
Life can be peachy, even in pitiful conditions
Eyes can deceive...lies shape what you believe
So there's no tricks up my sleeves
I leave it to the eye of the beholder
Cuz my skull carries more power than a holster

When my eyes unfold
Keep the lies untold
Keep my soul unsold
Keep the glitter from the gold
Sledgehammer grammar gonna break that mold

They say the rain is gone
This ain't the same ol' song
Sometimes, the rain makes it too slippery to hold on
Whatever can go wrong, usually does
The floor, walls and ceiling can close in so brutally
Usually, that pressure can crack this shell
Unless the floor I stand on folds as well
Only time can tell if I can grow from these wounds
Assume fetal position, wishin' I never left the womb...
But I'm stronger than that...no confusion
Fallin' off your radar's far from my conclusion
My footwork is my groundwork
Diggin' in the dirt to keep my roots in a solid network
But I ain't shakin' hands for the sake of business
Most hands are dirty, ain't worthy of my good wishes
And if that means no juno, that's not my mission
I'm livin' my little dream, regardless of who listens

When my eyes unfold
Keep the lies untold
Keep my soul unsold
Keep the glitter from the gold
Sledgehammer grammar gonna break that mold

I'm a barnacle in a bottle
Hair without a follicle
Moss without a stone
My heart is my home
So excuse me if I speak from it
On many occasions blood, sweat and tears would leak from it
I follow the senses in my gut
Swallow consequences cuz the pros and cons don't always add up
I live and learn, respect I give and earn
Cuz a can couldn't contain the Krylon I spit and burn
You can speak for the thugs, hustlas and playas
And the lowest common denominators
But I'ma sacrafice now for my unborn kids
So he has a chance to sacrafice for his


-Anonymous Twist "When My Eyes Unfold"