Live to let go [Scenarios] - Writers Forum

CESARE BORGIA · 12-31-2007, 07:01 PM

Live to let go [Scenarios]

High hopes for his life, so positive as he spoke
Known to turn down smoke although he lives his life broke
Jotting notes in a hurry, consumed by worry
Scared soon he'll be thirty while still living dirty
You see, he yearns to be legit yet every turn
Bridges seem to burn and nobody seems concerned
Learned it ain't no love for a poor man stacking grips
And there ain't no hand for a poor man when he slips
Soon comes a shift in attitude, he comes unglued
Chewed up and spit out, prepared to kill for his food
Now his mood decays in grip of darker days
He stays with his clip plotting how to make em pay
No escape from a hand picked fate and so he breaks
Waits in the shadows ready to retaliate
Steps in hollow unloading on the whole front row
As the bullets flow he knows we live to let go

[HOOK]

Things could be better but at least they got each other
Unsevered since high school , thought to be forever
Never in the end could he picture his soul mate
Saying the two words he knew his heart couldn't take
Straight to the gut, he's grieving because she's leaving
No ifs ands or buts but the new man she's seeing
He's seething inside contemplating suicide
Never once cried, he pushes the feelings aside
Night time he searches his mind for the reason why
Tries to tell himself, she'll be back but knows it's lies
Finally his soul dies and with no exception
So too must hers, now it's become an obsession
Never once questions it as he loads up his gun
Loves her to death and this is how they can be one
Two gun shots, after it's said and done two bodies follow
This shit just goes to show, we live to let go

[HOOK]

Born without a prayer, he was living on welfare
Although his mama cares his daddy wasn't there
Impaired by circumstances yet still advances
Romances the mighty dollar, taking chances
He can't see no peace until his burdens released
Portrayed as a beast, they'll not love him in the least
Taking shots at the east not knowing when to stop
Blaming the world for all the problems that he's got
Wise words with deep thoughts underneath a thugs disguise
Straight from the street to play the part but his heart lies
Starts to believe his hype while lost in a dark Knight
Knows right and wrong but picks the latter starting fights
Las Vegas, neon lights at the peak of his height
Tonight he says goodbye and picks his time and sight
Pulls up to the light, catches rounds on Flamingo
Eyes closed, finally dies cause he lived to let go

[HOOK+OUTRO]