My Story ...

[bez]

The beginning of me, lil for I could see,
Through my belly button window ... who I am,

Now, now, now, I've existed through the fire,
Through the pain, through the wire,
Sick of crying for Adidas and Nike attire,
Cos my Mummy would buy me anything to make me,
As normal as the other kids, need Cortex and Stan Smiths,
I'd kick up a fuss till I got my way,
How the fuck did this shepard get lead astray?
Became a sheep and followed, I myself became hollowed,
The same as the other kids, a troublesome son of a bitch,
An I whailed, getting bullied, wasn't funny, such a dummy,
Cos I should swung at em so hard I would flat em,
But I didn't cos I couldn't, fighting wasn't right,
But how dare they make me not want to live my life,
Through the years went through shit, living life a misfit,
Lookin for an exit, wishing that I didnt exist,
Getting education to make parents proud of me,
But now I got myself a degree I duno who to be,
And they are on at me, making me scream,
I've even turned to drugs to get out this dream,
Puttin white up my nose, and throwing elbows,
At people I like, telling em I was only drunk that night,
When I was high as a kite, wasn't feelin alright,
Was arguing, so hyped, just looking for a fight,
An Im all so confused, girls give me the blues,
Seem to like me but leave me so quick, old news,
Its happened many times, an I swear it will change,
But everytime I find myself playing the same old games,
Wit the same old dames, always the same exact type,
Good lookin girls, femme fetals, who like,
Sayin they like me, having fun, cool at the start,
Things go good for a month, then they have a change of heart,
I stop and think, is she even worth it,
This girls walkin round acting like they perfect,
Just forget it, I'm leavin, wanna pack up and go,
To a place where I'm just known as Graeme, you know?
Not Bez, not my alter ego, cos he's a fucking zero,
Once thought he could be a hero but people, its gone,
No more number one, no more lyrics,
No more stories, no more critics,
Guess my spirit is destroyed, time I get myself employed,
Cos everythings a pain in the ass, my lifes a hemeroid,
An I'm striken, quit drinking, quit sniffing, get working,
Cos this what I'm feeling right now, its hurting,
Thinking of someone so far away, what can I do,
Sit and have to wait, thinking of things happening to you,
Its unfruitful, my brains messed up and unyouthful,
I'm 23, when did my life become some unbeautiful,
Truth ...

[the ghost]

Deep man...alot like poetry...props

[QuietTruth]

This is hot, on some real.