True Life Tradegy Story In Tha Form Of A Poem
Please, take tha time feel me
Listen, my acoholic mama choose an asshole to marry
Threw a ton on my whole family in which I had to carry
The reason why my lil' sista alone and runnin' tha town
The reason why my moms went thru so many breakdowns
Is him! His name is J.D. Drove us all fuckin' crazy
Let me tell you bout this one night this bitch had tried to fade me
We was at his family house, havin' a cookout and havin' fun
Nothin' but food, music, and laughter til the descent of the sun
Kids and grown-ups, weary after a full day of no drama
Speak of tha devil, I saw JD cussin' out my mama
It wasn't tha 1st time, but he was cussin' mama out in front of infants
"You Bitch", "You Idiot", and "Fuckin' Dummy", was what I heard in his sentence
So...I confronted him and told him he should cool
"Everybody was havin' a good day. Lets try and stop tha bul"
I walked away, hopin' my input would bring success
Next thing I know, JD punched me in the back of my neck
I couldn't believe it. I turned around and he was talkin' shit
This bitch punched me. The anger inside me blew up quick
My mama tried to get between, but this shit wasn't over
This nigga was slighty sober, but he came at me like a boulder
So I'm rushin' him. Bustin' him. I wanted this mothafucka dead
I guess he did too, cuz blood was steady runnin' from head
After 5 minutes of us fightin', both our fist continued to pound
Mama tried to stop it, but in tha mist JD had pushed her to the ground
It was murder on my mind, this nigga is lucky I ain't had a nine
After you hurt my mama, nigga, that is the point you cross the line
Knuckles hittin' my face, my eyes, my noes, my ears, my fuckin' brain'
All I wanted to do was kill him and I didn't feel no facial pain
Somehow, JD's brothaz came outside pulled us off eachother
A fell to my knees on the grass lookin' my little brothaz
They saw their bigga bloody brotha and tha man they called their daddy faceoff
What are they and my mama thinkin'? A life was almost lost
I was taken into the house, only to look and see my reflection
Little kids in tha bathroom with me, as a bloody figure, I had to keep steppin'
Ages 2 to 12. My lil sista, 14, went and got a butcher knife
My soul heard her. Even she was contemplatin' murder
Ain't shit happen though. My family went back home along with JD
What tha fuck happened 2nite? I had to sleep in at his family's
What angered me more was that my mama still went home with bitch
He beats on her too. I fantasized deeply about leavin' this fool in a ditch
How I could slice his face open, tortue him to make him scream
To get him back for all the years he tried to destroy my poetic dream
I would wake up the next day to find bruises on blue face
JD's sista saw and denied, then drove me back to my place
To my home. To my foundation, in which my mama's husband screwed up
If this nigga is gettin' fucked in jail, I could give 2 flyin' fucks
No, I'm happy. The man that molested my lil sista for years is gone
The worst years of our lives, but even while away, he causes harm
That night would make me heartless to find out my mama still loved this nigga
In present times, if I see him, I'ma show him the Real Killah
2 years after, he went to prison after fuckin' my sista some more
There was additional drama in between, but now I'm happy my mom is divorced
Thru the course of our lives, I guess that God gives us all a test
I've turned insane but I maintain as a souljah. The last one left
I'm still strugglin' with issues, but I don't need no tissue to cope
I don't trust no man my mama brings home, but I gotta have hope
If this true story affected you, don't show no sympathy 4 me
This is everyday life, especially for youth in troubled communities
All I want you to do is know this and see the views of a child growin' colda
The day I synced with my killah instincts. Remember me, Tha Silent Souljah
...no more pain...bitch
...peace
Please, take tha time feel me
Listen, my acoholic mama choose an asshole to marry
Threw a ton on my whole family in which I had to carry
The reason why my lil' sista alone and runnin' tha town
The reason why my moms went thru so many breakdowns
Is him! His name is J.D. Drove us all fuckin' crazy
Let me tell you bout this one night this bitch had tried to fade me
We was at his family house, havin' a cookout and havin' fun
Nothin' but food, music, and laughter til the descent of the sun
Kids and grown-ups, weary after a full day of no drama
Speak of tha devil, I saw JD cussin' out my mama
It wasn't tha 1st time, but he was cussin' mama out in front of infants
"You Bitch", "You Idiot", and "Fuckin' Dummy", was what I heard in his sentence
So...I confronted him and told him he should cool
"Everybody was havin' a good day. Lets try and stop tha bul"
I walked away, hopin' my input would bring success
Next thing I know, JD punched me in the back of my neck
I couldn't believe it. I turned around and he was talkin' shit
This bitch punched me. The anger inside me blew up quick
My mama tried to get between, but this shit wasn't over
This nigga was slighty sober, but he came at me like a boulder
So I'm rushin' him. Bustin' him. I wanted this mothafucka dead
I guess he did too, cuz blood was steady runnin' from head
After 5 minutes of us fightin', both our fist continued to pound
Mama tried to stop it, but in tha mist JD had pushed her to the ground
It was murder on my mind, this nigga is lucky I ain't had a nine
After you hurt my mama, nigga, that is the point you cross the line
Knuckles hittin' my face, my eyes, my noes, my ears, my fuckin' brain'
All I wanted to do was kill him and I didn't feel no facial pain
Somehow, JD's brothaz came outside pulled us off eachother
A fell to my knees on the grass lookin' my little brothaz
They saw their bigga bloody brotha and tha man they called their daddy faceoff
What are they and my mama thinkin'? A life was almost lost
I was taken into the house, only to look and see my reflection
Little kids in tha bathroom with me, as a bloody figure, I had to keep steppin'
Ages 2 to 12. My lil sista, 14, went and got a butcher knife
My soul heard her. Even she was contemplatin' murder
Ain't shit happen though. My family went back home along with JD
What tha fuck happened 2nite? I had to sleep in at his family's
What angered me more was that my mama still went home with bitch
He beats on her too. I fantasized deeply about leavin' this fool in a ditch
How I could slice his face open, tortue him to make him scream
To get him back for all the years he tried to destroy my poetic dream
I would wake up the next day to find bruises on blue face
JD's sista saw and denied, then drove me back to my place
To my home. To my foundation, in which my mama's husband screwed up
If this nigga is gettin' fucked in jail, I could give 2 flyin' fucks
No, I'm happy. The man that molested my lil sista for years is gone
The worst years of our lives, but even while away, he causes harm
That night would make me heartless to find out my mama still loved this nigga
In present times, if I see him, I'ma show him the Real Killah
2 years after, he went to prison after fuckin' my sista some more
There was additional drama in between, but now I'm happy my mom is divorced
Thru the course of our lives, I guess that God gives us all a test
I've turned insane but I maintain as a souljah. The last one left
I'm still strugglin' with issues, but I don't need no tissue to cope
I don't trust no man my mama brings home, but I gotta have hope
If this true story affected you, don't show no sympathy 4 me
This is everyday life, especially for youth in troubled communities
All I want you to do is know this and see the views of a child growin' colda
The day I synced with my killah instincts. Remember me, Tha Silent Souljah
...no more pain...bitch
...peace
