It used to be so fun. All the little pleasures, love pleasures. It used to be divine to feel someone's cheek pressed to mine. A single touch on the hand would give me more pleasure than anything else. But last Saturday...there was nothing. I made out with this girl...and I felt nothing. Could it be that I lost it? It's been almost a year, could it be that those deep, infatuating emotions that I used to feel are all gone? Have I forgotten about them completely? These strongest feelings that I cherish so much meant the world to me. Life ain't worth living without them. Where were they?
I'm trying to find a reason. Maybe it's 'cause I don't know the girl that good. Maybe it's 'cause I only did it because I was bored. Honestly...I'm scared. What if they never come back? What if I never feel again. It's disturbing.
Next to that I felt something the other day. Something i didn't feel for a long time. That ever puzzling emotion that is most destructive. The only feeling I am not able to describe with words. The disgust, the hatred...a demonic presence within me...all because of an indigenous human characteristic that has always been my worst fear, my nightmare. The most primitive feeling of all. A human libido. Triggered, of course, by the words of a friend. I do not blame them. It's my fault. It seems that as much as I despise the fact that I can feel I also love it. It can be quite productive.
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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside
Your heart...
I've been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had YOU in traits
I mastered numerology
And big bang theology
Perform lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessing it
Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes
and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this