August 8, 2007

  • Would you understand if I said, "I love you mommy",
    How that sentence ignores the times you conned me
    Suppose we're all just kamikaze
    Blame me or the drug that found me
    Compounded, shotty
    I'm not me - I represent the bodies
    Vacant faces that were forced in places
    That wore their braces 'til the complacent ways in
    Which it plays us leaves us brainless
    "Depression's painless"
    So these drug's don't main us?
    'Cause these scars that mark my arms
    Bring back the harm that comes from cages
    Loneliness rages
    I'm sick of stages
    While my stability ages
    This life amazes - because my past is blazing
    But you give me the drug and rip out the pages

    I've always loved writing and music, probably because in both you can tell a story. In fiction, everything can represent you even if it's not concretely you. Or it can be your own auto-biography. Whichever. But the main point is the story your painting; the lessons; the reason. You can create.

    My parents didn't want me rapping - they didn't fucking get it
    'Cause mourning in a fucking corner can do more than a fucking medic