Blood, Whispers, Dreamz Kill By Damien Leach a.k.a Rocky
Dreams they call nightmares, never influenced
But yet I'm making rebel movements, when ya'll feeling my muzik.
Precious Rhymes, put to waste when they're saying the foolish.
But I could feel, what is real, when I'm dreaming the truest.
What life starts, doesn't alwayz mean what it seems.
Burned the flesh with the fire, scars developed from screams.
Understanding my one nature, when I seen it complete.
Visualizing the same cries, once the blood hit the sheetz.
Put my life on pause, to ask God, what was wrong with me.
Others stay lost, looking for answers through astrology.
I stayed realistic, this generation doesn't think logically
Claimed to be hard, but really soft mentally.
Some call them sins; I simply call them constant memories.
Times in the past, that knock further, my destiny.
It seem them like visions, they later come to mess with me.
To dizzy from anger, cuz these lyrics burn so viciously.
Later come questions, and other feeds of basic therapy.
I tried to stay strong, but my dreams truly be disturbing me.
Camouflage my thoughts, and soldier up for my family.
I have no weaknesses, though these bars show da pain in me.
Living the same visions seems they haunting my soul.
But you could feel my aggression, when you living my flows.
Dreams of those who shot bullet holes, through ya dome.
To late to connect the line, from ya phone to ya home.
As I lay my heart keepz pumping cold vibrations.
Cornered in the struggle, no way out of escapement.
It's the criminal mind; their thoughts got them feeling so scared,
Which is why my expressions, always bleed from their hatred.