my production was the result of adolescent lust
for i was raised in the shadows... they spoke to me
after they would grope me
stole hope from me
i found my self raised by an idiot box
living life i wish was mine
mama hard to find
her husband whopping her behind
gun pressed to her head
knife in his chest while sleepin
mama gone
secret keeping
i have homicidal nightmares
i still see him
life is a game of solitare
my deck had to many jokers
had no chip
so it flip to strip poker
i came up back to the wall
bloody knuckles for the brawl
couldn't escape it
had to take it all
addicted to them thin lines on sheet paper
it was like the reflection from the mirror
my pen was the straight razor
shot
stabbed
unbreakable this life i have
died twice
made moses laugh
and got the devil's autograph
i prefer real enimies
over fake friends
i swim in the deep end
fighting those demonds that creep in
looking for angel's i can marry today
spread wings of love to me
til im carried away
sorry i get carried away
did u kno that i cry when i write?
and that my spirit is the ambition of moorish blood in derision
my ancestry only blessed me to test me
warriors are not life liver's
they are surviors
my mind is not based on education
but inspiration
and dedication
to never for get
the strange fruit that littered the southern highways in the south
nat turner
the zulu nation
miss evers boys
the tuskegee airmen
my great great grandfather
he use to play trumpet for Josephine baker
i got the the blues in me
shackled runaway
keeping my eye on the finger
yet never missing the heavenly glory
see the fingers on the trigger
who gunna be the next nigger
get popped
by a cop
case dropped
im sorry ...u didn't ask did u?
her last words were i loved u
then she died in my arms
so when i tell u my heart in the dirt
cause it hurts
pain is livid to me
my life is written in it
no gimmick in me
god and the devil both living in me
sometimes i lose the mask
my skin turns to glass...
i kno
i kno
u ...didn't...ask.
writteninpain
for i was raised in the shadows... they spoke to me
after they would grope me
stole hope from me
i found my self raised by an idiot box
living life i wish was mine
mama hard to find
her husband whopping her behind
gun pressed to her head
knife in his chest while sleepin
mama gone
secret keeping
i have homicidal nightmares
i still see him
life is a game of solitare
my deck had to many jokers
had no chip
so it flip to strip poker
i came up back to the wall
bloody knuckles for the brawl
couldn't escape it
had to take it all
addicted to them thin lines on sheet paper
it was like the reflection from the mirror
my pen was the straight razor
shot
stabbed
unbreakable this life i have
died twice
made moses laugh
and got the devil's autograph
i prefer real enimies
over fake friends
i swim in the deep end
fighting those demonds that creep in
looking for angel's i can marry today
spread wings of love to me
til im carried away
sorry i get carried away
did u kno that i cry when i write?
and that my spirit is the ambition of moorish blood in derision
my ancestry only blessed me to test me
warriors are not life liver's
they are surviors
my mind is not based on education
but inspiration
and dedication
to never for get
the strange fruit that littered the southern highways in the south
nat turner
the zulu nation
miss evers boys
the tuskegee airmen
my great great grandfather
he use to play trumpet for Josephine baker
i got the the blues in me
shackled runaway
keeping my eye on the finger
yet never missing the heavenly glory
see the fingers on the trigger
who gunna be the next nigger
get popped
by a cop
case dropped
im sorry ...u didn't ask did u?
her last words were i loved u
then she died in my arms
so when i tell u my heart in the dirt
cause it hurts
pain is livid to me
my life is written in it
no gimmick in me
god and the devil both living in me
sometimes i lose the mask
my skin turns to glass...
i kno
i kno
u ...didn't...ask.
writteninpain