NO WAY OUT....

A PENSETTERS PRODUCTION FEATURING (SHANTELL COOPER)(CHRIS FERGUSON)


SHANTELL:

IF SILENCE IS DEADLY THEN I GUESS WHAT I WRITE IN BRAILE WOULD BE FIRST DEGREE MURDER,
A DAY LATE A DOLLAR SHORT BUT MY HAND STILL HOLDS THREE SILVER PIECES OF THOSE FOUR QUARTERS...
NO SINCE IN TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF WHAT HIS FARE SHARE WAS IN MONETARY REVENUE,
CAUSE IF I HAD 1000 PESO'S THEN HALF OF THAT WAS HIS WITHOUT HESITATION OF OUR REAL LIFE VALUE...
I FEEL TOTAL APPREHENSION EVERY TIME I HEAR THE CLOCK STRIKE TWELVE,
I WOULD REVERT BACK TO MY OLD WAYS BUT WHAT'S THE USE OF THAT IF HEAVEN ON EARTH IS REALLY REALITY IN HELL...
I TOO PRAY FOR BETTER DAYS~WITH BETTER WAYS~OUR YOUTH BECOMING ADULTS WHERE THEY AIN'T AFRAID TO SEE UNMARKED GRAVES.... THAT SAYS R.I.P MY HOMIE,
16 YEARS ON THIS EARTH IS HOW LONG YOU'VE KNOWN ME....
BUT NOW A DAYS NO ONE EVEN HAS A CONSCIOUS,
THEY USE YOU TO YOUR SOUL IS BLACK WHERE NOBODY ELSE WANT US...
DYING FROM THE INSIDE OUT,
BLINDSIDED BUT STILL IF THERE'S ANOTHER WAY OUT....

CHRIS:

WAY FOR MY OUT, BUT I'M IN THIS BITCH TO MAKE IT DO WHAT IT DO!!!..MY BACKS' AGAINST THE WALL AND MY BLOOD IS PRESSURED UP..I WAS TOLD THAT A REAL STAR MAKES BUCKS, SO I CONTINUE TO SIP THESE BEANS TO CAFFEINATE MY NERVES.
SO A STAR WAS BORN..I WAS ONLY 10 BACK THEN AND DEADLY WITH THE PEN ..POETRY WAS JUST A MISTRESS UNTIL I WIFED IT IN THE END. I TRIED TO LET IT GO TO TRY MY HAND AT ANOTHER ROUTE..BUT IN THE WORDS OF POOKIE.."..THE SHIT KEEPS CALLIN' ME AND CALLIN' ME!!!.."..SO I GUESS THERE'S NO FUCKIN' WAY OUT!!!...
☆MADDE☆

SHANTELL:

IT SEEMS LIKE LATELY I BEEN HAVING MEMORIES OF IMAGES THAT I JUST CAN'T FADE OUT,
ALMOST LIKE BEING INTOXICATED WITHOUT LIQUOR BUT NOT HAVING THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING ABLE TO DAZE OUT...
OPEN CONFESSION'S TO MY EGO & PRIDE,
A CONSTANT REMINDER THAT MY HEART TOLD MY HEAD SOME PRETTY ASS LIES...
I KEEP BEING REINCARNATED TO THE SAME SELF I WAS DYING TO ESCAPE, ONLY TO WITNESS THE SAME BIRTH WITH THE SAME MENTAL MISTAKES... SABOTAGING OTHERS TO MY SELF INFLICTED PAIN,
THEY SAY THEY LOVE ME BUT ALL I SEE IS DARK SHADOWS AND FALLING BLACK RAIN... TWISTED PLEASURES ALL LIVE ON AUDIO,
WITH FOUR WALLS AS MY AUDIENCE AS I MAKE GRAND ENTRANCES ON MY VERY OWN CAMEO... SWEET SOUNDS ALWAYS RESONATE AND IT'S MY VOICE NO DOUBT,
BUT I'M STILL TUMBLING IN THAT ABYSS WITH NO FUKIN WAY OUT....

CHRIS:

MY MIND'S CONFINED TO THE INTERTWINED CONTRAPTIONS, MY OUT IS OF NO WAY..DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED..MY WRITER'S EMOTIONS' BEEN BOTTLED UP LIKE TREASURE MAPS TO OCEANS..IN HOPES THAT MY MESSAGE WILL BE DELIVERED, SO I CAN BE DELIVERED. OPTIONAL AVENUES I'VE TRAVELED JUST SO I CAN TAKE THAT PATH OF STRAIGHT & NARROW, BUT MY PEN HAS CREATED SIN THRU THE MARGINS OF ERA..MY BLEED WAS NEVER PERFECT, AND IT NEVER WILL BE..THERE'S NO POSSIBLE WAY OUT OF WHAT I STARTED AT 10,...I JUST PRAY I CAN MAINTAIN MY STROKE ONCE I REACH 93...AND EVEN IN THE AFTERLIFE I'LL HAVE SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT,..BUT AS LONG AS GOD KEEPS MY HEART & PEN GOING...THERE WILL NEVER BE NO WAY OUT!!!...
☆JACKHENRYSBOY☆