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bez:
I used to smoke green to get away from the pain-I-feel,
Hate the things I've seen in the past now I can't explain-whats-real,
Mind blank from constant smoke, just purchase I'd be insane-tah-deal,
I'd always ask God for help but I'd refrain-to-kneel,
Clench my hands together tight and I'd look-up-high,
Speak in a tone that wasn't right, my lifes a fuck-up-why?,
Just a child but didn't know why mommy would duck-an-cry,
Til the day I saw fists fly, from then on I'd look-an-spy,
When I saw my daddy beatin, I'd just stare-and-watch,
Asked God to hold him back but he was rare-ta-stops,
Until mommy was in tears, why didn't you care-ma-pop's,
Pushin mommy til she grabbed her mothers photo she couldn't bare-ta-drop,
Why couldn't you love her for who she is, so beautiful not black-an-blue,
After the beatin you'd grab your coat & pipe and scream I'll be back-at-two,
Please Daddy don't tell me your a crack-head-too,
Mommy weepin echoes crept up the stairs, could you bare it, well this jack-had-too,

I wish I cudda been there for mommy, but this boy-was-cold,
Wish I cudda enduldged you in hugs, had nothin in ma arms but this toy-ta-hold,
Hate the sound of you cryin, but 5 years was how this boy-was-old,
"Tell anyone about this and you'll get it too" was what this boy-was-told,
Didn't get many hours asleep, nightmars kept-me-awake,
Just in time to here daddy arrive at 2, I've slept-since-eight,
Daddy came home to no tears, mommy must of krept-so-late,
Her lipstick left on my forehead, and my respects-so-great,
I turned and headed off to bed and I tried-to-sleep,
Voices and noises would haunt me so I cried-an-weap,
I'd see ma daddy in the morning and I tried-to-speak,
Scared bones in a little body, I was too tired-an-weak,
Daddy just stared at me and he knew he lost her-for-life,
It didn't really matter to me cos in my heart shes there-for-life,
But for him he lost his soul, but a woman he beat, he never cared-to-wife,
Presented her with suicidal oppertunities, she held the knife but never dared-ta-slice,

Daddy dropped me at school, watched him wave-so-sad,
In his heart of hearts he didn't know what made him behave-so-bad,
He found out that eventually that the slaves-go-dad,
He was trying to keep love at bay, loves what we all crave-so-bad,
After school I was waitin for Daddy-in-the-truck,
Many hours I spent standin, but daddy-never-showed-up,
Teacher came and told me that daddy-had-got-drunk,
Tried to explain that he drove into the river and daddys-car-had-sunk,
And thats my story, thats my life, thats me-since-five,
No education, no job, just being whatever I gotta be-to-survive,
But before you critise, you gotta look down the road to see-the-ride,
I lost everything before I had it, now I gotta history-to-deprive...dam!

tru2thabeat:
Hot shit homeboy, real deep.

bez:
Upping

Inspectah:
Thats got some effort right their.. I liked the way if flowed but all your shit flows tight man.. you've elevated ahellavalot... :)

bez:
cheeerssss for replying, good to know a few ppl will drop opinions and shit now.

Why no member of Elite never drop any replies to any threads I will never understand.

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