kolte
October 20th, 2005, 09:56 AM
I told you
I told you not to tell
but you did it anyway
I said you'd burn in hell
but the words slipped from you face
I'm sorry it came to this
but you needn't wonder why
I told you not to say
and now you sit and cry
If only you had minded
you wouldn't have to die
Kolte Blount (c)
America
there is a land from far away
that won its freedom on a day
a day so far away it seems
when some elder men just made ends meet
they signed a letter to the king
and asked to let young freedom ring
the king fought back but the land prevailed
and liberty grew, tyranny failed
the people made there land quite great
they helped the people, diminished hate
and the land prospered for a long time
but the young land soon became engulfed in crime
so to the tv the people went
and twisted ideas the media sent
and the people feared the evil things
resorted to violence guns and chains
they watched the leaders go down in flame
they watched wars that killed and maimed
and soon the land that stood so free
began to crumble into the sea
the original ideas were twisted and changed
those elder men we gone and slane
the world outside began to hate
the hypocrites that demonstrate
how much that wanted the world to relate
the people of the land just shut the gate
they told the world that they would rot
they worshiped money instead of god
the perfect land was washed away
the people blended into hate
and now the leaders of the land
are gone and America is bland
Kolte Blount (c)
America II
a land thats filled with benefits
looks great from the outside
you don't imagine hypocrites
committing suicide
and a land that looks so beautiful
that holds such promise too
you cant imagine a more cruel world
that no longer holds itself true
if you roam across a sea or too
you will shore on a promise land
a place full of opportunity for you
a world that seems so grand
but if you step off of your boat
and delve in through the thick
you will discover death afloat
and it may make you sick
the people inside don't give a damn
about themselves or one another
they would give the world to uncle Sam
and abandon there own mother
scared of their own nuclear power
in fear they might get hurt
they all consume guns and cower
in suburbs were they lurk
were the death toll is catastrophic
and the people they all suffer
its not a war or plague the offs them
Its guns used on one another
but the government just lets them be
unless there caught doing drugs
all the prisons are filled you see
with pot addicted slugs
no room for the rapist or the killer
no room for the smuggling freaks
just for the marry Jane chiller
with their rosy pot head cheeks (lol)
yes this land sounds horrible indeed it is
one of the worst worlds in this place
It might come off as a place of biz
but this land is the united states.
Kolte Blount (c)
And now you're killed
such a small pin prick
in such a large scale
I feel so insignificant
in this evil world of hell
you watch me as a child
you yell at me
you point and laugh
damn you
the years pass slowly
and my anger builds
I'm sorry but the knife slipped
and now you're killed
Kolte Blount (c)
Hello Freedom
my eyes close
I inhale the toxic air that keeps me alive
I'm like a flower
all my life I have been using all my energy to bloom
and now I have
so death is the last thing left
I pull the trigger
hello freedom
Kolte Blount (c)
Goodbye
I tired to help
I wished I could
my life is done
amongst this hood
I shall move up
to higher ground
and take a road
that helps me out
I know you tried
but you have failed
the tables turned
I'm broken, frail
I hope that we
wee each other once more
when we pass out of life
to eternal galore
Kolte Blount (c)
The Pressure Builds
I look to the right
the pressure builds
I scan the left
they are coming
I clench my fists
they draw closer
I make my move
there almost at me
I run
I cross the street
Kolte Blount (c)
Life is a sell out
I sat in the lonely chair
lost in mortality
changed by morality
life no longer represents
your a sell out life
you changed all around
you used to think happy thoughts
what happened to you
but the years fade away
and I know the pain will subside
even though life is a sell out
at least death awaits me
Kolte Blount (c)
I need help
I crossed paths with an elephant today
and he looked at me
tilted his head and said hey
How couriers
I thought to myself
and i nodded back
and continued on my way
but it got to me
not the fact he said hey
but an elephant, in the middle of the way
how crazy
whats the explanation
I thought about it
and decided to let it be
when I got home
Stepped inside
past my garden gnome
the elephant lingered
in the depths of my mind
how random
where did he come from
as I fell asleep
in the midst of my dreams
I slept deep
and I wondered about dogs
cats chickens and frogs
but then
from the out reaches of my mind
it dawned on me
I need help
Kolte Blount (c)
Happy Thanksgivin'
happy thanksgivin' and the air is so fresh
this evening we all dine on turkey flesh
and then off to seconds of pudding and pie
the fat older siblings will eat till they die
mother comes out with a tub full of stuffing
and we all indulge until there is nothing
then the party subsides and the people go home
and we all sit around to full to go on
Kolte Blount (c)
Government
Politics and conservatives taking things to literally
By the bible they all live They are the Christian majority
they take eye for an eye until no one can see
and then wonder blindness repeating old history
It's like a young ling on a balance beam looking for her center
slowly loosing conscienceless removed from life like a splinter
the Ideas so old and so completely useless
are flowed by zombies while the leader sits and muses
forcing their own ideals down indigent throats
the people they just follow like mindless sheep and goats
and those who love their residence and try to make is better
are considers horrid liberal swine and are ended with one letter
this battle over power is making me feel sickened
I wish the world would get along and this fever just end
Kolte Blount (c)
Iraq
madness and havoc
corpses rotting on the street corners
death, decay
the smell of blood
I cannot take the war anymore
what is everyone fighting for
I think its time, I know it is
the war in Iraq is not our biz
Kolte Blount (c)
Lovely sounds of happiness
trapped inside a box
though you pry at the side of the box
you will never get it open
because its not meant to be
the box it forever concealed
and to hold on to the box in hopes that you can enjoy it
is immature and you need to through the box away
the happiness will not be happy if you keep the box
just toss it out the window
forget about the fucking box
you won't be happy if your always worrying about getting the box open
you will only be depressed for a month or so if you give it up
and you will be depressed for life if you keep it
you are not gonna give it up are you?
your gonna keep it, just in case.
you stupid fucking idiot, if you don't destroy that box you will never be happy!
do you hear me?
NEVER!
...............................but I love him
Kolte Blount (c)
Take Me With You
give me a kiss on the lips
one that penetrates deep within
and sends butterflies through my stomach
tell me you care
even if you don't
share you life with me, if only for a second
love me, like i love you
be with me
take care of me, hold me
be prepared for the worst
plan for the best
live life in the moment
and take me with you
Kolte Blount (c)
I told you not to tell
but you did it anyway
I said you'd burn in hell
but the words slipped from you face
I'm sorry it came to this
but you needn't wonder why
I told you not to say
and now you sit and cry
If only you had minded
you wouldn't have to die
Kolte Blount (c)
America
there is a land from far away
that won its freedom on a day
a day so far away it seems
when some elder men just made ends meet
they signed a letter to the king
and asked to let young freedom ring
the king fought back but the land prevailed
and liberty grew, tyranny failed
the people made there land quite great
they helped the people, diminished hate
and the land prospered for a long time
but the young land soon became engulfed in crime
so to the tv the people went
and twisted ideas the media sent
and the people feared the evil things
resorted to violence guns and chains
they watched the leaders go down in flame
they watched wars that killed and maimed
and soon the land that stood so free
began to crumble into the sea
the original ideas were twisted and changed
those elder men we gone and slane
the world outside began to hate
the hypocrites that demonstrate
how much that wanted the world to relate
the people of the land just shut the gate
they told the world that they would rot
they worshiped money instead of god
the perfect land was washed away
the people blended into hate
and now the leaders of the land
are gone and America is bland
Kolte Blount (c)
America II
a land thats filled with benefits
looks great from the outside
you don't imagine hypocrites
committing suicide
and a land that looks so beautiful
that holds such promise too
you cant imagine a more cruel world
that no longer holds itself true
if you roam across a sea or too
you will shore on a promise land
a place full of opportunity for you
a world that seems so grand
but if you step off of your boat
and delve in through the thick
you will discover death afloat
and it may make you sick
the people inside don't give a damn
about themselves or one another
they would give the world to uncle Sam
and abandon there own mother
scared of their own nuclear power
in fear they might get hurt
they all consume guns and cower
in suburbs were they lurk
were the death toll is catastrophic
and the people they all suffer
its not a war or plague the offs them
Its guns used on one another
but the government just lets them be
unless there caught doing drugs
all the prisons are filled you see
with pot addicted slugs
no room for the rapist or the killer
no room for the smuggling freaks
just for the marry Jane chiller
with their rosy pot head cheeks (lol)
yes this land sounds horrible indeed it is
one of the worst worlds in this place
It might come off as a place of biz
but this land is the united states.
Kolte Blount (c)
And now you're killed
such a small pin prick
in such a large scale
I feel so insignificant
in this evil world of hell
you watch me as a child
you yell at me
you point and laugh
damn you
the years pass slowly
and my anger builds
I'm sorry but the knife slipped
and now you're killed
Kolte Blount (c)
Hello Freedom
my eyes close
I inhale the toxic air that keeps me alive
I'm like a flower
all my life I have been using all my energy to bloom
and now I have
so death is the last thing left
I pull the trigger
hello freedom
Kolte Blount (c)
Goodbye
I tired to help
I wished I could
my life is done
amongst this hood
I shall move up
to higher ground
and take a road
that helps me out
I know you tried
but you have failed
the tables turned
I'm broken, frail
I hope that we
wee each other once more
when we pass out of life
to eternal galore
Kolte Blount (c)
The Pressure Builds
I look to the right
the pressure builds
I scan the left
they are coming
I clench my fists
they draw closer
I make my move
there almost at me
I run
I cross the street
Kolte Blount (c)
Life is a sell out
I sat in the lonely chair
lost in mortality
changed by morality
life no longer represents
your a sell out life
you changed all around
you used to think happy thoughts
what happened to you
but the years fade away
and I know the pain will subside
even though life is a sell out
at least death awaits me
Kolte Blount (c)
I need help
I crossed paths with an elephant today
and he looked at me
tilted his head and said hey
How couriers
I thought to myself
and i nodded back
and continued on my way
but it got to me
not the fact he said hey
but an elephant, in the middle of the way
how crazy
whats the explanation
I thought about it
and decided to let it be
when I got home
Stepped inside
past my garden gnome
the elephant lingered
in the depths of my mind
how random
where did he come from
as I fell asleep
in the midst of my dreams
I slept deep
and I wondered about dogs
cats chickens and frogs
but then
from the out reaches of my mind
it dawned on me
I need help
Kolte Blount (c)
Happy Thanksgivin'
happy thanksgivin' and the air is so fresh
this evening we all dine on turkey flesh
and then off to seconds of pudding and pie
the fat older siblings will eat till they die
mother comes out with a tub full of stuffing
and we all indulge until there is nothing
then the party subsides and the people go home
and we all sit around to full to go on
Kolte Blount (c)
Government
Politics and conservatives taking things to literally
By the bible they all live They are the Christian majority
they take eye for an eye until no one can see
and then wonder blindness repeating old history
It's like a young ling on a balance beam looking for her center
slowly loosing conscienceless removed from life like a splinter
the Ideas so old and so completely useless
are flowed by zombies while the leader sits and muses
forcing their own ideals down indigent throats
the people they just follow like mindless sheep and goats
and those who love their residence and try to make is better
are considers horrid liberal swine and are ended with one letter
this battle over power is making me feel sickened
I wish the world would get along and this fever just end
Kolte Blount (c)
Iraq
madness and havoc
corpses rotting on the street corners
death, decay
the smell of blood
I cannot take the war anymore
what is everyone fighting for
I think its time, I know it is
the war in Iraq is not our biz
Kolte Blount (c)
Lovely sounds of happiness
trapped inside a box
though you pry at the side of the box
you will never get it open
because its not meant to be
the box it forever concealed
and to hold on to the box in hopes that you can enjoy it
is immature and you need to through the box away
the happiness will not be happy if you keep the box
just toss it out the window
forget about the fucking box
you won't be happy if your always worrying about getting the box open
you will only be depressed for a month or so if you give it up
and you will be depressed for life if you keep it
you are not gonna give it up are you?
your gonna keep it, just in case.
you stupid fucking idiot, if you don't destroy that box you will never be happy!
do you hear me?
NEVER!
...............................but I love him
Kolte Blount (c)
Take Me With You
give me a kiss on the lips
one that penetrates deep within
and sends butterflies through my stomach
tell me you care
even if you don't
share you life with me, if only for a second
love me, like i love you
be with me
take care of me, hold me
be prepared for the worst
plan for the best
live life in the moment
and take me with you
Kolte Blount (c)