Chapter Three (Self-Destruct)
Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 5:15 pm
My thirty months had begun, whenever removed from the dorm, eyes burned from the sun
We were constantly kept in the darkness, while thick, black clouds had some fun
When it rains, it pours... Depression had set in, a lethal ass weapon
Realizing what's happening, those thoughts eat through flesh and
Release some aggression, that causes you to do the craziest things
Like this murder I saw in the yard, as the sun set when it was late in the day
Black dude stepped to a chico and started to say, something about money that's owed
That Puerto Rican laughed one time, and no, he doesn't think its funny no mo'
Black reached for the throat, stuck him five times right below the ribs
Everyone acted like they didnt notice it, man who knows that kid...
Will never know his kids, his family never to have a proper burial
Would my family see me again? Thoughts of doubt invaded like diseases that're veneral
I compared this home, with the past and life I had on the streets
The cars, the jeans... Polo, Ralph, Southpole, shit seemed bomb to me
But honestly... Now I had nothing, and I wanted to give up
There was no life for me to live up, too many patches to stitch up
Why give a shit? Fuck... I lost everything by my choice of actions
I couldnt distort the facts and try to claim that I was forced by habits
Because I'd put myself in this fuckin positino, a second chance when I failed enough???
If I tried again and lost, there's no way I would make it, without a doubt I'd self destruct
We were constantly kept in the darkness, while thick, black clouds had some fun
When it rains, it pours... Depression had set in, a lethal ass weapon
Realizing what's happening, those thoughts eat through flesh and
Release some aggression, that causes you to do the craziest things
Like this murder I saw in the yard, as the sun set when it was late in the day
Black dude stepped to a chico and started to say, something about money that's owed
That Puerto Rican laughed one time, and no, he doesn't think its funny no mo'
Black reached for the throat, stuck him five times right below the ribs
Everyone acted like they didnt notice it, man who knows that kid...
Will never know his kids, his family never to have a proper burial
Would my family see me again? Thoughts of doubt invaded like diseases that're veneral
I compared this home, with the past and life I had on the streets
The cars, the jeans... Polo, Ralph, Southpole, shit seemed bomb to me
But honestly... Now I had nothing, and I wanted to give up
There was no life for me to live up, too many patches to stitch up
Why give a shit? Fuck... I lost everything by my choice of actions
I couldnt distort the facts and try to claim that I was forced by habits
Because I'd put myself in this fuckin positino, a second chance when I failed enough???
If I tried again and lost, there's no way I would make it, without a doubt I'd self destruct