I fought a war so tough,
Kicking and throwing my fists in air,
I used knifes and pangas,
Clamps and rods,
My fingers were strong ,
My biceps were quick,
My brain was sharp...

I trained as hard,
Did as excellent ,
Worked in orderly program.
I thought I was excelling !

Finally ,
My battle for life grew weaker,
My muscles were strained ,
My brain was stained,
I resorted to die,
I accepted to loose.

Doing great from the start,
But I died,on the finish line.
I dropped out of way,
That is why ,I ask where loosers go,
I need to go there.

Cleopatra, Cleopatra
take down those fangs of yours
for while you're mad all Egypt cries
oh, will you leave us all alone

Loved alike by loosers and champs
both snow and rain
twain king and *****
We yield Cleopatra, Cleopatra
oh, please leave us alone

Fire to the heart
a glacial wind to the brain
the honest is vanquished
the poor is slain
No more Cleopatra, Cleopatra
now let us drop the arms.

You never were a hater,
But you tried to be a player.
You tried to come off cool,
But there's a devil in your lair.
You tried to be a good one,
But they talk behind your back.
They're plotting, they're wotnotting,
And they're planning their attack.
They severed your reality -
They twisted every turn.
They're burning and they're churning,
They don't render what you yearn.
Then panic triggers fever,
And you feel the fever burn.
If they keep on pushing,
Those suckers gonna learn.
Then the witness understands.
There is reason for concern.
There is a new commander -
And oh!   The worm has turned.

What could you do?
You never knew.
How could have you?
No-one told you.
Misery is glue,
Sticks to you.

You never were a villain
Till they clotted up your chill.
You never needed anyone
To tell you what you feel.
They only know to validate
Themselves - they never love.
If it suits their motives,
They will bite, and kick and shove.
There never was a heartache
That you could not overcome.
You have to have a heart that's hard.
So go out and get you one.
Trample loosers under foot,
Or they'll be too burdensome.
Keep your left hand from your right,
And keep your lovers under thumb.
Finally, you start to see
That life is just a loaded gun.
You can never stop to rest,
You're always on the run.

What could you do?
You never knew.
How could have you?
No-one told you.
Misery is glue,
Sticks to you.

You master all that you survey, Everybody knows your name.
Cream rises to the top -
You are the winner of the game.
If you gave them half the chance,  
They  would cut you down.
You forever have to watch your back,
Never let them gather 'round.
You didn't try to rule the world,
You only wanted to survive.
If they had their way,  
You would no longer be alive.
Your meter's getting weaker,
But you strive to make it through.
You've trudged thicker purposes,
You always make it through.
They will give it all they've got
When they finally come for you.
You have never had a moment's peace,
'Cause misery is glue.

What could you do?
You never knew.
How could have you?
No-one told you.
Misery is glue,
Sticks to you.

There is no more reason for tears,
The fight is over.
The flames cannot burn on the ashes.
The volcano is dead
It succumbed to the heat from its own lava,
Melted from inside and then
Evaporated into the air,
Like a man who loves and dies.
Like me and you.

But there is a war, I know.
A war without battle,
Without fight,
With no winners
And no  loosers,
A war with neither "rights" nor "wrongs".
A war drifted by the waves of  time
On a battlefield where everybody
And everything which exist
Simply dance
And dance,
Composing this eternal motion
Where nothing is either absolute
Or obsolete
But merely an purely
Beautiful.

They are many, well planted
well grown and beautiful
well structured and munipulated
the motive is to keep the place alluring

Wow! Yoh! A TWINGLE OF AN EYE ON THEM
Yaah! SO ATTRACTIVE AND FLOWERISHED

When you glance towards them, they fascinate
When you comes near, there's force - alike gravity
Where all succeders and loosers
Well known matured an famous

Wow! Yoh! A TWINGLE OF AN EYE ON THEM
Yaah! SO ATTRACTIVE AND FLOWERISHED

Everybody likes them,
but not everybody got them
They resist heat
though they are portable
Not everybody can touch them

Definitely everybody loves them

Not only the racers in competition
but there are also racers ,
In the competition of life
we compete for happiness
and sometimes the losers get
awarded with sadness,
We compete for sucess and pleasure
and sometimes the losers get failure and gloom
but this game has no winners either losers  
the game of the life is a tie
we all get happiness
we all become sad
we get success
we even fail
but there is no one who had never gone through any particular section in this ,
we all are winners at the same time loosers
so never feel bad if you are loosing
because as this life is a draw competition
you will also win
at the same time we can even fail

finders keepers



loosers weepers

I'm on fire busting out from the flames used to be a city kid in the hood
pulling my own like a dog without its bone you got me thinking alone
vibrations to the temptations through the doorways in my mind
the streets are uneasy the wine is just fine getting me from behind
got me in the zone while I'm watching the classic epic, "Home Alone".

Beggars can't be choosers rap isn't for loosers keep ya head up G
they got their guns trying to have a bit of fun you know what I'm saying sun
many years ago let the truth be told there was a different episode to unfold
both Army & Navy take home the gravey but friends like to change the story
so why should we worry in a world in such a hurry bury me beneath the breeze

got hustlers pimping their ride young G in the hood up to no good
hearing the rap songs being played getting groovy in the shade
but this homeboy better act his age carry on in a rage
out in the street where peeps do meet having fun with their stereo lights
the are voices with choices like a bun in the oven sitting with my kissing cousins

they say it's crazy when I get a bit lazy and my nod is a bit hazy
falling apart at the seams eating delicious ice cream