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| Wednesday, August 31, 2011 |

First drug was Flintstones Kids Vitamin,

I used to eat a bottle If my mom would leave a bottle out

Mom found it out and I was banned from the cabinet

Never had a chance to enhance but I imagined it

Went from Vitamins to moms mental health pills

She felt Ill, and I got it cause It felt real

Wanted to know why my mother was Trippin,

a fatherless Daughter that's stuck In a Mothers position

Publicly trippin

2nd grade, Didn't fuck with niggas,

They laughed when my mother came to pick me up in Slippers

Baggy Sweatshirt, Funky Sweatpants,

What made It worst is when she saw me she said lets Dance

Diagnosed as a Schizophrenic, (I understand mom)

She was lost in hell, I just kissed (???) in it

I was an Ugly nerd Obsessed with a lovely bird

and a brain plagued with muddy words







You know I love my mother,

I just, I never got a chance to express How that shit felt, You know

like, In that time period

"Ma' I love you, I Precede Your strength, On Everything I love thank you"











Smoke blunts like the weed wasn't rolled In it

Couldn't roll but my bowl overflowed with It,

I had no business Doing Dro, then It got too beautiful

Started using Blow, If you aint know I gotta Home in a UFO,

If you where Close to me, You could go with me

but If not you move to slow, back to the matter baby

I never thought that I could lose Control

Until I crashed when my stupid nose started leaking Fluid

Stupid to assume that Blow was cruise Control

Fuck It, I aint got no use for a soul,

Cause I don't walk, I float, So...

My sole Purpose Is to let my Soul reach the Sol

S-O-L, The sun, believe The UV can solve anything, like VE

Its after 6 in the winter Darkness passionate mid December, bitch remember









I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean to call you a bitch, You know

(Sometimes I just Zone out) The voices, Too many people(???)







They say people lead you to the needle,

and Since I'm your favorite drug do you believe that people are evil

So what do we do? My Phantom of the Heart strings

Who be Standing in the dark with a man that isn't all me

It should be me,

or the best car Currency could Buy in Dubai, but certainly a ride

Something that rides, Perfectly on life's course

This road can make a nigga question himself

like A white corpse

Its black and white got guy watching Crimes more

cause Its time for minds to soar like before

Your wings might be sore but life Is four times more

When you spend you life's height tryna find your Spinal cord

Hide from what pick a vice live your life, Get It right

Cant live It twice unless you live a lie

If so, nigga Die, no one listens to you

Very few can Exist in the truth

Charles Hamilton









Sometimes I feel like I gotta Die(Come back to life)

just to prove

I really love you

You know what....




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