Reflections of 1999

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

...I got a fat lip from my brother back when I was comin up/
My father used to trip on little shit just cause he was drunk/
My mom couldn't take it sometimes, at the table she would cry/
I'd wake up in the morning and just wish I could fuckin die/

Back in jr. high I said fuck it, fuck everything and tried to act fly/
I stopped asking questions about why, and just kicked it and got high/
Man, but things changed, yeah I had some change but no matter/
Moms and Pops had some loot so yeah it made my pockets a lil fatter/

But still that didn't mean shit, cause inside I was dead as fuck/
Man, in highschool thought the world was small and I was on a come up/
Next thing I knew I got out and I was as small as a ciggerate butt/
Girls left, friends changed, guess you could say I was down on my luck/

Only thing I knew was that I was nobody from nowhere, wasn't enough/
Somehow all this shit didn't add and the shit never measured up/
Looked back on my younger days, I had big dreams as a grew/
But thinking back on the last 4 years, sadness was great and smiles few/

Infact, over the last 4 years, what the fuck did I ever do?
Infact, that time was all wasted, let's not lie, let's keep it real/
Somewhere along the line, with the devil I had made a deal/
He'd told me if I did A, B, and C, then I'd always eat a full meal/

Still my stomach was always empty, and never could it filll/
I was turning the key one way, and the door would never pop open/
The seal and lock, blocked my dreams, but even in my dreams I was frontin/
Somethin, Somethin, somethin.... 

...Now people ask why are you in Islam, why are you a Muslim/
Like they want me to go back to all that wack shit and frontin/
Like they want me to go back, back to when I had nothin/
My friends wish I'd still get drunk, and humiliate myself in public/

My mom wishes I'd still ask Jesus into my heart and feel nothin/
My family wishes I'd just have a beer with my brother and cousin/
My old girlfriends think I've gone crazy, and that I'm just way to wierd/
But they broke wide when I cried, and never raised a hand to wipe my tears/

They must think it's enough to just live, consume, and chase after lust/
They must think it's okay to always be wondering who you can trust/
They must think it's enough to pass by what you need chasin what you want/
I got a message for 1999, and the message is enough is enough/

Say that I'm bitter, say that I'm this, that, say what you want/
But half of ya'll know I'm speakin the real, and the other half never gave a fuck/





 

[Dreamz]

Not bad nice writeing