Artist: PremRock & Willie Green Album: PremRock & Willie Green Song: The Sound Typed by: PremRock This is what it sounds like... You can drown in prescriptions You can count your blessings or inflictions.. Choose one..I was 15 watching the sunrise Puffing angel Dust the same day I watched my youth die I saw my Guardian Angel cry He said someone had clipped his wings and now he was afraid to fly I told him "Man up and take a hit of this." He since recanted faith and only practices indifference The moral of that ditty is.. Ignorance in some instances is better than admitting to what your living with And things will never be the same and that's perfect Because the way things were, were not worth it Everyone loves a good surface But un-earth it then you find out what you're working with I'm just another sword juggler and this is my circus Watch an angel fall from grace.. It's certainly worth the price of purchase. His heart remains locked in a drum kit And the pain becomes comedy.. At least when It's told in 2nd person Otherwise.... he's rather sick of writing lullabies High again.. wonder why lie beneath the summer sky Good bye This is what it sounds like... When there's nothing to lose Nothing to gain Just got the news that your muse had been slain This is what it sounds like.. Some do it for the love others do it for the wallet I do it because everyone loves a work in progress Hey I'm a working artists. Working on the starving part This is for the folk that cut their flesh on paper Cuz their too bitch made to do it real life This is a real heart, part of a real life Broadcasted to you out in real time They used to say little Mark Is real Sharp but i'd wish he talk It's hard to get a read on what he's really like But you'd be shy too If it at age 5 you thought patterns formed in Haikus I tried to explain... I really tried too This isn't for the faint of heart This isn't for the kids who skipped out on language arts This is for the sculptors Who make works of art from them discarded mangled parts Approaching every angle sharp Tangled in dangling fate that is revealed Signed, sealed and Redfeining means of escape Rearranging scenes of the stage It's sad tomorrows indeed Like IV veins and Plastic nozzle's to breathe You can practice Gospel and creed to disguise a deprived inside a lack of belief In yourself This is what we keep to ourself And wonder why some of us keep to ourselves Because we know what it sounds like When there's nowhere to turn When you forgotten what you learned Given keys to save the world but you rather watch it burn This is what it sounds like. When you kept that Finding out your friend is on the needle Just trying to put an end all the evil And he won't return the calls Wonder why he wants to burn it down Because all he ever hears is the Because he listens to the sound... And this is what it sounds like when hope drowns