Basically about my parents and the shit they put me through...I had a rough one...formerly called "Phony." Shit is very deep...PEEP IT OUT!!!
Straight RAW Hip Hop...All different styles...
Basically I'm just doing my own thing...I write cuz i got a deep passion for Hip Hop...
Story behind the song
All these years that have gone by...shit was buggin the fuck out of me...I had to get the anger out of my system...it worked...
Lyrics
i was only a child when you chose to disown me / soley because you never was home - we never was homies / you never showed me - how to be a man, instead you would scold me / for roaming the roads with Toby - you can bet i was lonely! / so Ted, youll never know me - youll never be close to me / were supposed to be - father and son but ur a ghost to me / almost on some magic shit - HOCUS POCUS - i hope that we / never meet again mostly because ur a joke to me / and NO, i aint joking, the barriers been broken see, / this shits been poking at me, provoking me / to open up and get all these emotions exposed and spoken de / cently, reasonably, to hopefully give you a moment to see - this evil me...
HOOK : after all these years, you dont even know me / ive cried all these tears, ive been so lonely / sometimes i wanna dissapear, and forget what people have showed me / somtimes i buckle in fear, and give up to just hear...that im a phony...
this is MY attempt to try and make shit work out / so first, whyd you ever have to date that jerk? HOW? / i really fuckin hate him worse now / then when you stuck me in that DHS placement and it turns out / that you been with that motherfucker ever since / Bill Clinton first was president! / its evident - that you need to open ur eyes / and realize that Dave is just a joke in disguise / i try to see what you even saw in that guy / im sorry but i, fuckin hope that he dies! / so just know that i, will never give in to forgiveness / since you witnessed the abuse and you listened / theres no excuse for it is there?
HOOK
from age eight, i was led to believe that Dave was a great / father - but was he? nah cuz hes the reason i was raised by the State / i was played by a fake - i never shouldve made the mistake / of thinkin i could relate - my problems with all the bottled rage and the hate / im a caged animal, rambling on stage when i aint / too busy managing my brain damage - planning, debate to escape / im an artist, write my hardest on every page that i paint / rhymes so divine - ive got the brains of a saint / and who wouldve thought that Ted had gave me that trait? / considering hes lazy, his weight - equals two hundred and eighty plus eight / its crazy that fate - has even gave me a place / to sit and draw rhymes of hard times - wait, i think ill blaze me an eighth...
