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Status: Single
City: Little Rock
State: Arkansas
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/13/2005
Tuesday, March 24, 2009 
musical apartheid, brought to you in part by 6 from the rock,
i'm cross-eyed, living life on the far side, kicks in a box,
door locked, rocking in a room trying to come up 'fore i'm rotten in a tomb dead
seems like i gotta soak myself in weak sauce just to get ahead

in these times molesters got jobs at daycares,
good men locked in cells, the devil is alive and well,
for new dudes, it's no use if didn't know you in diapers,
it ain't that i don't like you, just ain't got time to decipher,

it's cold in the ghetto, keep heavy metal but i ain't a fan of metallica,
6 POINT to the 1 with the gun, i never DODGE a CHALLENGER,
my caliber- 50 on both sides like a centipede,
a G?, call me that or two E's 'cause i'm indeed,

a ravenous animal, sporting Dickie painter pants with a stick of
dynamite off in the hammer loop
i'ma wrap you up, ship you, and handle you
for spittin' weak sauce on a boss, i don't care if it's a light mist,
it's all weak, and if y'all don't see, i'ma put it to you like this...

chorus
don't get it on your face, don't get it on your hair,
your city known, my city strong,
we get it on and BAM!
oh no, think it over

don't get it on your hands, don't get it on your clothes,,
your city known, my city strong, we finna gone and blow,
oh no, think it over

v2
now what do we have?
a mess- you shouldn't have answered a question you didn't think to ask,
dive high when i drive by, cuz the guidelines of immobilization will
tell you
blast at the sag then drag the bullet-ridden body by the belt loops,
hell yeah (pow) heaven help you,

anti-weak sauce beast with it, in the street chillin,
don't have to ask- we did it, grown man lyin'- he silly,
watch
your fingers 'cause he covered in it, got a dark apartment with an oven
in it, slab of double beef check every other minute, got one cookin and
the other finished (woop!)

you'll crucify yourself chasing a boss,
but are your disciples as keen for the cross?,
i'll turn they clothes into a-
bloody prom dress, adolescent crimson rain,
that ain't hymen discharge, that's blood from a vein.....

chorus

Blake
Blake Sandifer

 
Feel u bro.... u know I'm always lookin' out 4 ya, or shall I say got your back.... I pre'shate ya helpin' on the Black Sheep show.... i got a few others comin' up that you can prolly jump on if you're down..... Here's an old track of mine that you can probably feel considerin' I know you're on the dark side when you write - I wrote this about 7 yrs ago... enjoy my friend.... Blake



CRUCIFY ME

“To feel pain can sometimes be good, cuz it means your still alive”



(Chorus) Crucify me, Crucify me

I lay my life on the line

And y’all can bind me, blind me, I’m still shine brightly

Your only in this life for yourself,

If I’m alive, then I’m grindin’



Now, Crucify me, Crucify me

I lay my life on the line

And y’all can bind me, blind me, I’m still shine brightly

Eyes closed, I know, I know



I’m not perfect, but I’m damn near close, not tryin’ to brag or boast, SIKE, I’m sup-pose to,

told to remember my roots, so can you BLAME me,

layin’ my life on the line for the state that I’m claimin’,

Give me a cross, treat me like Jesus, and just HANG me,

instead of drivin’ nails through my wrist, put a mic in my hand, so I can witness,

like a contrary missionary, pissin’ everyone off, with my scary vocabulary, makin’ everybody listen, until I’m buried, in my col-phin, I’m gon’ win, cuz again, I act like Jesus, and rise again,

if I were a biblical charac-teeeeer, I’d be one of the three wise men,

instead of bringin’ mer or frankenscents, start makin’ sense and be a spiritual lyrical murder—EER /SLASH/ criminal, of this mic at my pivital point, not being a turn-eer /BACK/ of pages in this book of life



(Chorus) Crucify me, Crucify me

I lay my life on the line

And y’all can bind me, blind me, I’m still shine brightly

Your only in this life for yourself,

If I’m alive, then I’m grindin’



Now, Crucify me, Crucify me

I lay my life on the line

And y’all can bind me, blind me, I’m still shine brightly

Eyes closed, I know, I know



Walk into the church and it hurts to see, so many hip-oc-R-I-T-ee’s, I’m usin’ hip-hop 2 let y’all see, that seein’ is believin’ and I believe that I see,

a little hatred, let’s face it, influenced by 2PAC, “Only God Can Judge Me”, I embraced it

and never would I try to severe the one that made me betta, but yes, I really must confess, I’m Blest

I’m the new kid in town, turnin’ frowns to smiles, my style is prove ‘em wrong, it’s a long road,

but I’m destined, determined not to be the one burnin’

“Got to Shine”, thou’ I was once in a bind, my mind kept me focused, focused on that strait line,

where I’m layin’ my life, mama told me, son, your only in this life for yourself, laced my shoes,

walkin’ away from my old life, nothin’ to lose




 
Posted by Blake on Thursday, March 26, 2009 - 2:22 AM
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Blake
Blake Sandifer

 
actually, I'll have to shoot that to u later.... cuz it looks all jumbled up on here....peace
 
Posted by Blake on Thursday, March 26, 2009 - 2:23 AM
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