Friday, June 15, 2012

An Ode to Eminem's Infinite

One line per song. Two of them.

Now I'm trying to repent from it
You know what I'm sayin'?
Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks
You're in jepordation, if you ain't got no preparation
And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians
I'm not wishing to be another fish in the sea
But there's a couple of reasons that I'm suffering and grieving
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
And I became the laughing stock. but now I'm on my feet again

So I'm assuming all responsibility
It's a local thing wants retilin
My hands have been cuffed
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I'm getting mad love, I'm snuggling hugs
You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you
I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less
No matter wherever you are, you're never too far
The seed is passing in dust
It's sure to be the last
And you'll be over me by the time you see tomorrow

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