Alot of the newer guess don't know but there used to be a group on here called Gravedancers which included Words Myth (then Fa-Q), Ms. Lunaverse, BILI, Coleon, and myself. We did a couple dope songs and I found this old piece we never finished so I figured I'd go ahead and post it. Enjoy
Yah-hah
I'm sittin so confused it seems I'm stuck waitin,
Don't know whether to yell Fuck God or Fuck Satan,
Don't mean to sound so blatant but dammit this shits confusing,
I'm stuck in a room with diguised bullshit so I sit here choosing,
As if this shits amusing I can see him smurkin up there from here,
With my middle finger high it's no suprise my skies collide so unclear,
Gravedancers, 5 people united in one front,
Rip ya body parts and hide em in a dump truck,
Find em all with dumb luck like man that shits irrelevant,
Now we move on one member down without the hellish chick,
Parole violation leaves us only 4 deep,
From fucked rhymes to tough times that only us 4 see,
Like this TR shit now seems so unimportant,
Like us 4 are the only ones that Gods is ignorin,
For any of these cats I'll be so quick to up and blaze ya,
Whether I have to fuckin walk to croatia,
I dont even fuckin know where Col is at,
But I would be there in a heartbeat fully strapped,
I'ma be there for Lunaverse though she's due north limits,
I'ma grab the heat and be there in a New York minute,
Fa-Q knows when something goes down I'll be there in a second,
Knows that I dont care 3rd strike and I'm still actin reckless,
I'm doin my best shit, tryin to keep Gravedancers together,
Cause no matter what grave answers ever,
We still dancing through grave weather forever,
Fa-Q (Words Myth)
God, what are you doing right, sittin up in heaven, pickin on us ants,
With a magnifying glass, like I'm the devil, and you're pickin the dance,
Like you and I are wrestling, one on one, and you're strict with the stance,
I'm tired of it, what have I done, or more like what have not done,
Like you're fishin for none believers, well guess what, you caught one,
My sisters, back just won't heal, I won't tell on you, you know I don't squeal,
Yet I want to scream, from the mountain tops,
Sleepless nights, hoping the sheep countin' stops,
I've plantin my soul, and I know there amountin' to crops,
I ask "Where did I get these golden locks of hair,"
I feel like you're soarin', and I'm under a hawks glair,
Tip toeing on embers in hell, knowing the devil, walks there,
I kinda feel like Biggie, left, under Tupacs stair,
So in this prayer, I have to ask, with me, what next God,
how can I feel, your job with me, I'm under a hex to applaud,
Can you cast me from heaven, or throw me to hell,
Poke fun of me in front of angels, at show in tell,
Send me to fire and brimstone, I know it well,
(Chorus x2)
Under the weather I dwell, a statue instead of myself
My hands are tethered and frail, bound by leather and nails
and whether I’m hailed as a patron of heaven or hell
It’s up to God & Satan, but I’m waiting and I’ll better myself
(Verse) Not sure if its Fa-Q's, Coleon's or BILI's
Spent my little life, convinced I’m not the bitter type
Saying I’ll quit tonight, but everyday again I find
when I sit and write, I’m mad again, the pen ignites
Sad an shit, my fists are tight, clenched in spite
Not a Christian guy, no bright light, my visions blind
In hind sight I did find, religion cause I piss and wine
Feelin’ hypnotized, just set & stare, while killin’ time
settin’ there chick in mind, clouded so I spit a rhyme
Twists my spine, to find a life bewildered so
Earth’s spinning slow, life’s fast, we didn’t know
Fifteen years old, stress tryna make a man a me
But it’s all perfect inside my greatest fantasy
So fuck God, Hide each day, stomp damning me
What I’m trying to say, like can’t you see?
Can’t stand these weaks, I’d be better in hell
So I try each day just to better myself
(Chorus x2)
Under the weather I dwell, a statue instead of myself
My hands are tethered and frail, bound by leather and nails
and whether I’m hailed as a patron of heaven or hell
It’s up to God & Satan, but I’m waiting and I’ll better myself