My heart's still beatin', my longz still breathin'.
My mind full with da unexplainable.
My soul's weak, abanded. Dark history wanna claim it all.
I can't control all this feelingz and they won't leave me.
No peace, memoriez are killin' me.
Dark history in dark timez I couldn't sleep.
It's da mind that torturez men, everybody understandz,
but it still killz them.
Da only way 2 escape run, so I ran.
And in case of survival, yes, I would sell my humanity.
Da nightstreetz, so peaceful, so violently.
Don't mind me. I'm afraid I might find myself blinded.
Don't wanna live nor die, it's da truth, I ain't lie.
Dark history! How many'll mourn me?
Don't feelz like da world stayz da same without me.
But it's gettin'so cold and I feel so lonely.
Ran away, run away, dyin' piece by piece every day.
Still, still ain't know what I feel.
Still, still ain't know how real is real.
Survin' this life makez me feel king of da hill.
But all warrior kingz 'll be killed.
Face da same destiny: dark history.
And even when I smoke weed I feel free.
I know only heaven or hell can releash me.
Sufferin', pain. Homiez insane cuz of cocaine, fame, blame.
It' all fuckz up da brain!
Where do we fight 4? I believe I did deserve much more.
Evil can only be made and diggz it way slowly 2 da core.
We all know this!
we feed our hate, make it grow, let it live trough our kidz.
They continue with our shit.
Reveal da light in da heart of men.
Please God give me strenght.
One love an' peace
Diablo DaVinci
( geschreven als reactie op een gedicht die ik gisteren las van iemand die ik ken)