Chapter One (Detached From Self)
Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:22 pm
Aheemmm....
Yo...
To begin from the end, no looking for words or people to commend/
Full of lust, drugs, and friends that were all fucked and corrupt from sin/
There was no love within, I was eighteen and constantly had a thirty eight on me/
I didn't play homie, any single person that felt unworthy hate on me/
I chased the game, trying to make a name while everyone else stayed the same/
Living day to day, not talking a pimp stick when I say I use to lace the cane/
Like Scarface's brain, I thought and looked out for me with no love for them/
My family was like "We're done with him" and I would simply reply "Fuck em then"/
Theres was no love for friends, how can you when you have no trust in them?/
Talkin bout guns, shiiittt, if they were plastic these dudes still werent bustin them/
Tony Montana said he was the bad guy, fact is, I was that guy/
Traveling down the road of life and death, divided by the almighty flatline/
For two years I never knew fear, my true gears propelled me deeper in the game/
It felt like some kind of celebrity status when so many random people knew my name/
"Kuhlerblynd, can I get another dime? I got you back homie, swear I'll pay some other time"/
One line after another line, shit only one snort would melt Danny Glover's spine/
These fiends were coming to me with dreams, like I wanna hear the mess they speak/
I didn't give a flying fuck about anything except when came in the check this week/
My fiance sadly never saw me, and oddly, seeing her sad didn't even bother me/
"If that bitch wants to talk, she can get on the fuckin phone and call me"/
I felt like the general of an army, no one, not even God could harm me/
Not knowing the police had already marked me, placed me somewhere up in the hard leagues/
But I continued to test it, the positive and negatives didn't mean shit, why stress it?/
I'll confess this, there wasn't a heart to beat my skinny ass chest with/
I believed I would never be arrested, so the drugs I would just repeatedly invest in/
Then came the call that would quickly change it all, "Kenny, I'm pregnant."/
My brain raced, but my body couldnt stand up, cuss words flying about- "Damn!" - "Fuck!"/
By the end of that day, I came to the conclusion it was time for me to man up/
I went home to let her know she wasn't alone, I was going to give the drugs and clan up/
Her tears of happiness flowed, then within seconds a knock at the door- the boys with handcuffs/
Yo...
To begin from the end, no looking for words or people to commend/
Full of lust, drugs, and friends that were all fucked and corrupt from sin/
There was no love within, I was eighteen and constantly had a thirty eight on me/
I didn't play homie, any single person that felt unworthy hate on me/
I chased the game, trying to make a name while everyone else stayed the same/
Living day to day, not talking a pimp stick when I say I use to lace the cane/
Like Scarface's brain, I thought and looked out for me with no love for them/
My family was like "We're done with him" and I would simply reply "Fuck em then"/
Theres was no love for friends, how can you when you have no trust in them?/
Talkin bout guns, shiiittt, if they were plastic these dudes still werent bustin them/
Tony Montana said he was the bad guy, fact is, I was that guy/
Traveling down the road of life and death, divided by the almighty flatline/
For two years I never knew fear, my true gears propelled me deeper in the game/
It felt like some kind of celebrity status when so many random people knew my name/
"Kuhlerblynd, can I get another dime? I got you back homie, swear I'll pay some other time"/
One line after another line, shit only one snort would melt Danny Glover's spine/
These fiends were coming to me with dreams, like I wanna hear the mess they speak/
I didn't give a flying fuck about anything except when came in the check this week/
My fiance sadly never saw me, and oddly, seeing her sad didn't even bother me/
"If that bitch wants to talk, she can get on the fuckin phone and call me"/
I felt like the general of an army, no one, not even God could harm me/
Not knowing the police had already marked me, placed me somewhere up in the hard leagues/
But I continued to test it, the positive and negatives didn't mean shit, why stress it?/
I'll confess this, there wasn't a heart to beat my skinny ass chest with/
I believed I would never be arrested, so the drugs I would just repeatedly invest in/
Then came the call that would quickly change it all, "Kenny, I'm pregnant."/
My brain raced, but my body couldnt stand up, cuss words flying about- "Damn!" - "Fuck!"/
By the end of that day, I came to the conclusion it was time for me to man up/
I went home to let her know she wasn't alone, I was going to give the drugs and clan up/
Her tears of happiness flowed, then within seconds a knock at the door- the boys with handcuffs/