One of the most unexplored areas of human (non)existence is of course the state of death. We all wonder what happens when we die. Those that call themselves "believers" say that we can go to heaven, hell or purgatory. You all know how it works, if you're good you go to heaven, if you're bad you go to hell. Personally, I think it's a load of BS. I am more keen of believing in reincarnation. In grade school we were thought that energy cannot vanish, and it only changes it's form. We are energy, therefore, we probably work the same way.
I even have a theory of my own. Death is a beginning of another life. Our "soul" (read - energy) simply passes from one form to another. This energy, however does not remain the same. It cannot transport memories of a body it used to inhibit, but it transfers it's experience along with it, becoming more and more experiences as it passes through our lives. It gives us life, and we give it life. We are the carriers of this disease. This addiction. Life is an addiction hardest to cure, 'cause curing it would mean ending it.
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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