7 September 2012
i don't wanna hear all the bull shit lies you're talking.
ive got my dirty little secrets, keep them nailed up in their coffins.
six feet beneath the dirt, is where those mother fuckers sleep.
until they burrow out the ground and get to grabbing at my feet.
at when i feel the times like my past will pull me under.
i take my time to recollect, all my regrets and head on forward.
to the point, when i write, i feel like i could drown.
so i set my mind to it, burn right through it, ashes on the ground.
then take a few second to look back at this burnt down town.
now im playing in the ashes of the shit that always held me down.
consider me an arsonist, with this script, I lit.
cause when i spit script, i let the fucking lava hit.
in the ashes • Opuss № I