Post by Rikku on Feb 7, 2005 10:59:18 GMT -5
.step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
The weight of the rucksack on her shoulder hung her composure, she had never tired easily, but in this city what was sure, never really convinced her as much as the first time she had set foor on the threshold of survival! Her boots echoed on the concrete cylinder beneath her, concentration held within the kaleidoscope of whirling misfortune impending upon her heart. Crushing her face beneath the wrought iron cascade of chilling mesh. Coughing she held her hand up to the ceiling covering the gap of light streaming into her eyes from the distant world above, recent expose of light strained her eyes, all wishing to stare into the dark for the rest of her life. Dark was good, but freedom was better... too bad it didn't loook like that was ever happening....
.i'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure.
.even though i hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders.
.i am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it.
.even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter.
.i'd never drag them in battles that i can handle unless i absolutely have to.
.i'm supposed to set an example.
.i need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em.
.if some shit ever just pop off, i'm supposed to be beside 'em.
.now the ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it.
.there's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it.
.i heard him say hailie's name on a song and i just lost it.
.it was crazy, this shit be way beyond some jay-z and nas shit.
.and even though the battle was won, i feel like we lost it.
.i spent too much energy on it, honestly i'm exhausted
.and i'm so caught in it i almost feel i'm the one who caused it.
.this ain't what i'm in hip-hop for, it's not why i got in it.
.that was never my object for someone to get killed.
.why would i wanna destroy something i help build.
.it wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good.
.i went through my whole career without ever mentionin'.
.now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth.
.and talkin' about something that i knew nothing about.
.plus dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef.
.so i did, i just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth.
.while he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life.
.like fuck it i understand this is business.
.and this shit just isn't none of my business.
.but still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz...
Re placing the bag on her shoulder, she removed her hand from the stream, allowing it to fall ungraced over her pale face. Her porcelain hand closed over the eagle at her side, just the feeling of it being there calmed her senses, picking up where she left off, her boots again ricocheted from the enclosed walls, leaning in on her fragile figurine. She paused confused at the way before her, ponderment crossing her face, remembering the path as if from a childish dream. She shook it from her mind and continued on, guessing she was almost under the mall, yet carrying on, turning a corner.... darker than the first, but ever more inviting. Her left hand moved down to cock the eagle, sliding it from the catch and bringing it to her eye level....
.step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
The strain stung her eyes, tears welled causing blurred vision, so much so that she did not see the body until she was almost upon it! Jumping back, the surprise knocked out of her soul. Her breathing shallowed to short gasps, tearing at her lungs, causing the effect of yet another vision to rock her already altered mind....
...the peole ran blinded by a bright light, all directions like chess board pieces shattering to the winds.... the people she didn't recognise, but be two fleeing from the phenomenon reaching the high screeching levels of a car failing so stop before hitting a child..... some ran into high rises, some underground - others straight out in front, like they thought that they wouldn't definatly get away..... the scene faded in, and Rikku thought that that was it, but the images that followed were more horrific...... dismembered bodies littered the streets like cast out rubbish from trashcans... she gagged, but the feeling remained pulling on her intestines as the scene rocked on..... the dark hair whipped in front of her eyes, face familiar in so many ways, she gasped as the vision changed hands looking towrads her body in the hospital connecting machines keeping her fragile chain alive - swap to Roza lying crushed form, beneath the ceiling of the mall, tears threatened her compusure yet again, as she gasped, feeling the pit of her stomach clench for yet another heart wrenching moment to reveal itself..... There before her a dark haired woman lay, cradled by a man looking seemingly like her father!......no! it couldn't be......
.there used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme.
.and wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'.
.but now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it.
.the shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?.
.it's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'.
.we actually tried to stop the 50 and ja beef from happenin'.
.me and dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him.
.and asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him.
.until ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him.
.fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it.
.meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions.
.some receptionist at 'the source' who answers phones at his desk.
h.as an obsession for me and thinks that i'll be his ressurection.
.tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record.
.but now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways i came up.
.was through that publication the same one that made me famous.
.now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'.
.well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then.
.but i'm so busy being pissed off i don't stop to think.
.that we just inherited 50's beef with 'murder inc'.
.and he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind.
.we still have soldiers that's on the front line.
.that's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders.
.never to extort us, strictly to show they support us.
.we'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus.
.to show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is.
.to have 'runion avenue soldiers' up in our corners.
.their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is.
.but i ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered.
.it ain't worth it i can't think of a perfecter way to word it.
.then to just say that i love ya'll too much to see the verdict.
.i'll walk away from it all before i let it go any further.
.but don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that i'm coppin'.
.i'm just willin' to be the bigger man.
.if ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws well then i can.
.cuz frankly i'm sick of talkin'.
.i'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz.
Her mouth ran dry, as she grabbed for the iron rungs attached to the concrete wall aside her, knees buckled, expendature of her sleepless mind, tears fled her eyes, like rats from a sinking ship... boots hits the water, dress draping the liquid soaking the threads weighing her down.... down to her knees she fell cautioned by her vision, the body lay in plain sight afore her.... she dared not place her hand over the body to turn it over and see the truth behind her recent apparition, wishing there was another here with her in the dark, she thought of her sister where she had left her, knowing that the bodies in front of her were the definate of none other than her parents.....
Drawing her legs into her body, she sat hugging the foetal position rocking to and fro, waiting on the pain to subside in her mind, soul and finally her battered body..... when would luck change for better of perhaps worse to end her life that she raged this day..... the cold seeped her dress and she shivered as the frozen water washed her lower bodice...... alone.....
.step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
[....step by step, heart to heart, left right left. .we all fall down, like toy soldiers....]
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
The weight of the rucksack on her shoulder hung her composure, she had never tired easily, but in this city what was sure, never really convinced her as much as the first time she had set foor on the threshold of survival! Her boots echoed on the concrete cylinder beneath her, concentration held within the kaleidoscope of whirling misfortune impending upon her heart. Crushing her face beneath the wrought iron cascade of chilling mesh. Coughing she held her hand up to the ceiling covering the gap of light streaming into her eyes from the distant world above, recent expose of light strained her eyes, all wishing to stare into the dark for the rest of her life. Dark was good, but freedom was better... too bad it didn't loook like that was ever happening....
.i'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure.
.even though i hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders.
.i am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it.
.even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter.
.i'd never drag them in battles that i can handle unless i absolutely have to.
.i'm supposed to set an example.
.i need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em.
.if some shit ever just pop off, i'm supposed to be beside 'em.
.now the ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it.
.there's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it.
.i heard him say hailie's name on a song and i just lost it.
.it was crazy, this shit be way beyond some jay-z and nas shit.
.and even though the battle was won, i feel like we lost it.
.i spent too much energy on it, honestly i'm exhausted
.and i'm so caught in it i almost feel i'm the one who caused it.
.this ain't what i'm in hip-hop for, it's not why i got in it.
.that was never my object for someone to get killed.
.why would i wanna destroy something i help build.
.it wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good.
.i went through my whole career without ever mentionin'.
.now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth.
.and talkin' about something that i knew nothing about.
.plus dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef.
.so i did, i just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth.
.while he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life.
.like fuck it i understand this is business.
.and this shit just isn't none of my business.
.but still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz...
Re placing the bag on her shoulder, she removed her hand from the stream, allowing it to fall ungraced over her pale face. Her porcelain hand closed over the eagle at her side, just the feeling of it being there calmed her senses, picking up where she left off, her boots again ricocheted from the enclosed walls, leaning in on her fragile figurine. She paused confused at the way before her, ponderment crossing her face, remembering the path as if from a childish dream. She shook it from her mind and continued on, guessing she was almost under the mall, yet carrying on, turning a corner.... darker than the first, but ever more inviting. Her left hand moved down to cock the eagle, sliding it from the catch and bringing it to her eye level....
.step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
The strain stung her eyes, tears welled causing blurred vision, so much so that she did not see the body until she was almost upon it! Jumping back, the surprise knocked out of her soul. Her breathing shallowed to short gasps, tearing at her lungs, causing the effect of yet another vision to rock her already altered mind....
...the peole ran blinded by a bright light, all directions like chess board pieces shattering to the winds.... the people she didn't recognise, but be two fleeing from the phenomenon reaching the high screeching levels of a car failing so stop before hitting a child..... some ran into high rises, some underground - others straight out in front, like they thought that they wouldn't definatly get away..... the scene faded in, and Rikku thought that that was it, but the images that followed were more horrific...... dismembered bodies littered the streets like cast out rubbish from trashcans... she gagged, but the feeling remained pulling on her intestines as the scene rocked on..... the dark hair whipped in front of her eyes, face familiar in so many ways, she gasped as the vision changed hands looking towrads her body in the hospital connecting machines keeping her fragile chain alive - swap to Roza lying crushed form, beneath the ceiling of the mall, tears threatened her compusure yet again, as she gasped, feeling the pit of her stomach clench for yet another heart wrenching moment to reveal itself..... There before her a dark haired woman lay, cradled by a man looking seemingly like her father!......no! it couldn't be......
.there used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme.
.and wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'.
.but now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it.
.the shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?.
.it's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'.
.we actually tried to stop the 50 and ja beef from happenin'.
.me and dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him.
.and asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him.
.until ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him.
.fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it.
.meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions.
.some receptionist at 'the source' who answers phones at his desk.
h.as an obsession for me and thinks that i'll be his ressurection.
.tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record.
.but now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways i came up.
.was through that publication the same one that made me famous.
.now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'.
.well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then.
.but i'm so busy being pissed off i don't stop to think.
.that we just inherited 50's beef with 'murder inc'.
.and he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind.
.we still have soldiers that's on the front line.
.that's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders.
.never to extort us, strictly to show they support us.
.we'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus.
.to show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is.
.to have 'runion avenue soldiers' up in our corners.
.their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is.
.but i ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered.
.it ain't worth it i can't think of a perfecter way to word it.
.then to just say that i love ya'll too much to see the verdict.
.i'll walk away from it all before i let it go any further.
.but don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that i'm coppin'.
.i'm just willin' to be the bigger man.
.if ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws well then i can.
.cuz frankly i'm sick of talkin'.
.i'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz.
Her mouth ran dry, as she grabbed for the iron rungs attached to the concrete wall aside her, knees buckled, expendature of her sleepless mind, tears fled her eyes, like rats from a sinking ship... boots hits the water, dress draping the liquid soaking the threads weighing her down.... down to her knees she fell cautioned by her vision, the body lay in plain sight afore her.... she dared not place her hand over the body to turn it over and see the truth behind her recent apparition, wishing there was another here with her in the dark, she thought of her sister where she had left her, knowing that the bodies in front of her were the definate of none other than her parents.....
Drawing her legs into her body, she sat hugging the foetal position rocking to and fro, waiting on the pain to subside in her mind, soul and finally her battered body..... when would luck change for better of perhaps worse to end her life that she raged this day..... the cold seeped her dress and she shivered as the frozen water washed her lower bodice...... alone.....
.step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
.we all fall down like toy soldiers.
.bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
.but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
[....step by step, heart to heart, left right left. .we all fall down, like toy soldiers....]
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