Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Valiant Effort, artist - East Coast Avengers. Album song Prison Planet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2008
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
A Valiant Effort |
My ears are ringing, it’s like children singing or humming |
I’m numb and I’m thinking it’s nothing |
I’m confused by the booze and medication |
It’s modern-day meditation |
My generation sees that combination as an expectation |
Half-done, I’m moving in slo-mo |
Through an imitation of life, it’s like an illustration or a photo |
But the perspective ain’t right |
It’s like the lights cast by a yo-yo in midflight |
It’s too bright, I’m confused and lost |
I feel transparent and barren and used |
Like a red herring tossed and forced in my own thoughts with no bearing |
Black to light, back to life and I breathe in |
I sit up, I’m light headed, the world is out of focus |
I know this, I try to get up, I instantly regret it |
I spit up, I don’t get it, the glow, the world looks overexposed |
Or like a negative with shadows where the colours should go and vice versa |
I’m thrown by the ring of the phone like inertia |
Flown like a cyclone, head spinning |
Still blown from the beginning, I’m sitting in front of my body |
Now on the bed, dead grinning, a red linen, brain spilling |
Conflicted, the wounds looks self-inflicted like it’s scripted |
A knock on the door, I feel distant like staring backwards |
Through binoculars, inconsistent, the picture fades |
I’m non-existent but I’m persistent, I wanna stay! |
You can’t see me this way, I love you momma! |
Aw shit, what the fuck did I walk into? |
My man’s a bloody mess up in his room, he cut his flesh |
Drugged up like Hunter S., must’ve been under stress |
Nonetheless he flunked the test, succumbing to life’s ugliness |
A gun to his chest and head, a knife to his wrists, he bled |
Twisted lead’s fucked him up like his sister said |
Plus Erica left him for some war on terror veteran |
Now he’s dying in the bed they never slept in |
I crept in and saw the blood on the hand that his writing pen was kept in |
That his medical depression was prepped in |
Suicide, glazed over as poetic expression, a valiant effort |
I had the chance to step in but said, «F it» |
Dawg, why’d you do this to us? |
You know what this crew is to us |
Your mom tried this shit in ‘91 now she’s dialing 911 |
I think your time has come, this being the top one |
Dumbest things you ever done |
I know your life is erased, no one ever could have won |
You’d rather dream than live now my head is hung |