Khôi NguJin Feat. Steezus - Walking On Water

i think

...Taking a picture and then translating to words..
Can take years of interpretation explaining it's worth
And when you understand the complexity of my whole
You can begin to realize the complication of my soul
.......
I like to seclude myself to refresh my mind from hatred
Tainted pictures are glossy again.. my brain is vacant
The feel is indescribable..so free, yet so slight
It can feel interminable, but I see that it is right
During the day or in the night I can bask with decency
If others gave me secrecy I would be happy seemingly
But, Sometimes I lose my way and uncertainties arise
If I can make it out of this maze dead or alive
For sure it can take its toll strictly on ones health
I seem deprived from wealth..but why do I run from help?
.......
It's hard to explain, but I do it for a reason..
Not sure of what it is, but I do believe in..
Jesus Christ the son of God..who died for a reason..
Though many still doubt me..
I put my trust in him and walk unsure waters proudly.

...aNd mY toEs grAsp a ledGe as i cOck baCk My sLedge
haMmer anD basH em...

.....till my shot glass is red
with my own blood i sip to consume the blood and exume my love
excuse my thug, chicken head i break bread its my body
scrap lead off the shotty sprinkle the dust around
avenge the lust around and trust my sound
its been enough with drown'd, surround my pound
and pounds of flesh of matter, give you some fresh done havoc
so you best run faster lest yo chest's lungs crack rock
-fiend, a dope fiends dream consisting of sex and cream
arrest my theme, its incest in teams, friends fuck each other over
pretend each gun is holsterd, speaking it over
but as words are bullets, minutes are bombs
and the days are not enough to finish these psalms
so i slice open my palms and share my blood
with no fear of disease transmissin, because my faith is bitchin'
in ricki lake's kitchen how many problems are left unresolved
before the whole world dissolve and cease to revolve
and the only thing still spinning around there will by my revolver
click-click and its air, hopefully hell or heaven
smell my severed limbs and deep wounds that loom
and as i pray for my tomb...

...Is wHat i th!nk as i Slip
t!p, foRwArd flY graCefuLly oFf tHe briDge...

...-but no
i have work left to do, OH NO i need to live, i pray
god if your up there let me walk on water today......

-splash-



....i struggle to remain uhl!!v

Damn, i really liked this, great concept, i loved the writers voice used, strong, effective word choice a great storytelling piece and a dope collaboration to add to the archives here. Props my man. - Camarac