Writer's Block : A True Poet's Story
Everybody in life has something that keeps 'em going on.. An inspiration of some sort.. Some type of passion. What kept this girl livin' her life is poetry..
Im Lyrikally Lost AKA tha Fidel Kastrator
A talented young emcee from Northern Cali witha lotta potential Ill ass motha fucka
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Story behind the song
Everybody in life has something that keeps 'em going on.. An inspiration of some sort.. Some type of passion. What kept this girl livin' her life is poetry..
Lyrics
Life goes away quick, And for some, it goes away too quick
For some.. it'll only last 12 years.. And they maybe tha most horrible 12 years ever
but.. There's always one passion in everybody's life.. Writer's block
(*played lightly behind monologue at tha beginning of tha beat*
They want more Fidel, cuz I story tell,
They want more Fidel
Yo
I grab tha mic, and make it right
My life is like a Tyson fight
ya hear that?
I roll witha tighter glock,
Lyrikally Lost, spittin' bout tha writer's block)
This is dedicated to Susan, She passed away
She was a full-blooded Cuban, A castaway
A misfit that missed out all becuz of her outfit
I can't get tha shit out so I'm cussin' tha doubt shit
A home wit one parent, Another broken marriage
Her momma stoned, All alone in a smokin' habit
Doin' her mom favors, Went to buy her coke and acid
At school, She got poked at becuz of her broken accent
She was so smart, Tha best kid in her class
She learned to write poetry in her literature class
She was steppin' still tough, When tha tension built up
and tha livin' feels rough, Tha pen would fill up
and then tha paper got filled till tha sun killed tha moon
Filled up tha whole page and there was no more room
She ain't got no friends, No love and no religion
Only thing holdin' her up is her poems, Wish 'em
good luck, They took her mom and then they put her in rehab
Crooked drama, Crooked trauma, She collapsed
She's only 12 now, They put her in a foster home
Her foster poppa was a mobster, A monster yo
He seemed nice, In reality, He was a drunkard
He'd get mad and throw shit around, And then he'd punk her
First week she was there, That man raped her twice
She should take advice, But poetry nearly saved her life
But next time.. She wondered if it'd save her again
She wanted to be safe and stay in a place witha friend
But no friend.. Her little heart was filled wit hurt
She went to tha priest and told him there up in tha church
He guided her for awhile, but then time passed
She realized that it was passed nine, She left fast
Went home, Hopin' that this fucker wouldn't notice
but.. he noticed....
He jumped on her, and punched her, And gave her a black eye
She tried to fight back, It only made him act like
crazy, He raped her, Drunk as hell, Shoutin' threats
She escaped his grasp and went to tha counter to get
a kitchen knife, She grabbed him and stabbed him in tha abdomen,
Put tha knife in tha trash, And hid in tha attic then..
He got up, Sayin' she was gonna pay now
He was insane now, He fuckin' raped her brains out
And after that, He took a moment of breath
She threatened to call tha cops, and then he choked her to death...
