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As I read blood diaries
They inspire me/
To wonder why suicide still
Happens in our society/
Killuminati, keeping a
Watchful eye on me/
The irony is that they see
Nothing in its entirety/
I couldn’t tell you if secret
Clubs are killing the wise/
But if they were, to tell the
Truth, I wouldn’t be surprised/
I’ll Say this once so exercise
Keenness because I mean this/
I fear of dying under the
Weight of my own genius/
I’ve seen it happen in
Cycles over our history/
The mystery of people dead
At the hands of their misery/
All the signs leading up to it
Locked up in ya journal/
Trade blood for ink on ya last
Page and your choice is eternal/
Hook:
You hide ya pain
& I’m sure you could lie to me/
But everything is revealed
In ya blood diary/
…Spillin out on ya blood diary/
…Pouring out on ya blood diary/
You hide ya pain
& I’m sure you could lie to me/
But everything is revealed
In ya blood diary/
…Pourin out on ya blood diary/
…Spillin out on ya blood diary/
A king in the motherfuckin flesh, feelin
Blessed as I cherish every breath/
I really value hearing, though
I cherish every sense/
Because without any music
That would really be me deaf (death)/
Double entendre
Motherfuckin monsta/
Are we talking pressure points
Or are we talking chakra’s?/
You run with 3 9’s so
Bitches call you Larry Czonka/
I run with two bitches
One’s Faith, the other’s Karma/
Murder & suicide is
One in the same/
One’s from insufficient blood in
The veins, the others vain/
Regardless, death is the
Subject of pain/
And pain is the subject
Leaving all your diaries stained/
A cruel world, to know the
Truth is to tell a lie/
So much pain, fuck the
Truth, when you’d rather die/
Barely words just blood
Is all that tells your story/
But blood holds no glory
If it can’t tell my story for me/
Inside the mind of a man
Who planned his last hour/
I see killing yourself takes
Much more than man power/
But with the motivation it
Takes to end heart beats/
Put that toward a set
Of values thicker than concrete/
See the future, see what
You could become/
Anything is better than
Seeing the eye of a gun/
And they say the tongue
Is mightier than all swords/
But it’s crazy how much pain
Lies in a page of your words/
Hook:
You hide ya pain
& I’m sure you could lie to me/
But everything is revealed
In ya blood diary/
…Spillin out on ya blood diary/
…Pouring out on ya blood diary/
You hide ya pain
& I’m sure you could lie to me/
But everything is revealed
In ya blood diary/
…Pourin out on ya blood diary/
…Spillin out on ya blood diary/
Spoken Word:
As more youth kills
Themselves slowly/
I feel a presence more
HOLY control me/
With limitations of
Police who patrol me/
I feel like self expression nowadays
Can get me twenty to 40/
Our generation holds
Most if not everything in/
Because we we’re never shown
How to live within our own skin/
With distractions on our
Monitors and cell phone screens/
Technology provides a veil
To hide behind our dreams/
But once were seen and
Exposed for who we are/
We seek death as the cure
To escape our permanent scars/
Nobody knows us better than
Our tweets, journals, and statuses/
But self induced pain for
Some is an expressive additive/
Times get hard but please
Keep the persistence/
Because everything in the
Universe has means of existence/
They makin us hate ourselves
For their own personal growth/
But money and diamonds
Can’t outlast our powerful quotes/
– Emanuel X
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