Tuesday, August 30, 2011

You Too

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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