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I Cry everday
and that's all I have to say.
Tears on a daily basis
Wounds and scars in deep places
It's because of the lifestyle that I Live
and the situation I'm in
To sacrafice the mind
the body
the soul
with no remorse
until the high is gone
and then I mourn
the loss of the real me
(11.2.99)
Too innocent to know
Too young to understand
Cryin' and shakin' cuz you need a fix
Born addicted and it ain't your fault
Why, cuz she had the urge to get high
Why
Cuz ya mama's a crackhead
She did what she did without a 9 month break
Now you've got addiction stuck in your soul
Sometimes I think that you think I forgot but of course not.
I've got to live with it whenever the thought occours
And thanks be to GOD it's not eating at my nerves
beacause I'd set yo' ass on fire and watch you burn
So I'm asking you Mr. Molester to pray for me, your cousin, your family
I'm warning you to pray for me because of you.
Fool, it might save you from what I might do to you.
Instead my head holds them in like an open coffin.
And I find myself revisiting thoughts that should've been burried and never resurrected
Gotta get my mind in the mode of amnesia so I can stop tripping over those skeletals left in my skulls closet
An put a cease to my mental affliction. I'll burn out my thoughts with a mental cremation.
Lets just say I'm a street orphan because under these circumstances that's what I am. A street orhan tryin' to make a way out of what seems to be no way in those dead end streets.
Potholes below my feet tryin' to make me fall in. Cracks in my path stretched too far for me to jump over. It's hectic in this street orphan life I'm living; street signs with negative words on every corner.
Tryin' to suck me so that I'll be a gonner, mourner, feeling sorry for myself so overwhelmed with this feeling, I decide to let it take over me, til there's nothing left of me done and complete.
With each thought of defeat I walk the streets even faster. With each step I'm tryin' to keep my balance on the gravel below. I trip and I stumble but a real street orphan should never fall. (12.98)
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