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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,396
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
K. Brugh, S. Jabez
Rights
Grim Sinista Productions
Uploaded
August 23, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:30
Story behind the song
I was motivated to write this song after reading a book of poems by Emily Dickenson, as well as her biography, and those of Poe, Hawthorne, etc.
Lyrics
Verse I:
I can't take this shit, a hard case
no one can relate to Sick, what heartache is this?
what pain must I bear? before I find somebody who's there.
no body cares//2
nobody wants to
nobody dares stare at the monster
his eyes are haunted
heart is lost//4
soul is boxed in
wanderous thoughts
ominous jots
carvin his thoughts in the paper//6
an obvious nature
of sociopathic behavior
he ask u to save him
& u laugh at the statement//8
be happy u sane kids
had u been trapped in the same straight jacket I'm wrapped in
u wouldn't last a minute, u wouldn't last a second
matter of fact I wouldn't have to finish this trancin record to pass the message//10
bu that ain't the case is it?
the headcase been sentanced
to die alone
when his eyes are closed//12
will rise his ghost
to the light in the sky
& in time his lines & quotes will find
there home in the minds of those//14
who were blind the most
the honest fate & I can't get past it
I can't go back & change the fact that
a true artist's fame will spread with his ashes....//16
Hook:
pain is I, despair is he...
who endures hardships with no relief to see...
grief is me...I am he...
who is me, as pain is I, then both as one are we...
thus is the fate of Aristic Misery
Verse II:
why has god forsaken me?
why hasn't god taken me off of the face of this earth?
lay in the turf shakin
bakin & burned naked...demon's taken they turns makin the worst anguish occur//2
my statements have earned me a place in the chambers & turned nameless
blazin inferno facin the furnace in every wakin occurance
everyday I wake I raise my eyes to the sky & realize I will die
just like this: arms crossed...head to the clouds breath spillin out my neck//4
will bulge til the necklace around it explodes
there goes Coffin there goes Sicka there goes Khris off in the distance gone in the mist
with nobody to miss him, no body to wish he was back
kiss the corpse or clinch the hand//8
like the 3 that approached Baby Jesus in the manger
this man was a stranger, this man seemed dangerous
but a wise man he was bearin gifts & love
not a fist but hugs//10
but by the bliss above
there was no mercy on his soul
& what hurts me the most
is the words that I've wrote won't be understood
til I'm turned to a ghost.//14
Hook: x1
Verse III:
everyday I sit at my desk & write
some kinda rendition of a masterpiece and it's like
nobody notices every single iota of life
I have is into this pad by the close of the night//2
I need closure, does anybody know what it's like?
to interpret the whole world through ya soul on a mic
to travel the path alone, come home & recite it
back to the world in your own words and likeness//4
back to the planet
in the same language & they don't understand it
I absorb every feeling in this world and forced ta
sort it out on paper to escape this torture//6
and restore it back to the same people, the source of
the same misery you're persistently hoarse from
shoutin, defendin yourself, a mockery
though everyone feels the same way, monotony//8
but you say it and they don't, so they judge you, hypocrisy
betrayal, envy always prevails constantly, POSSIBLY
when I jot down my thoughts I'm hopin you get me
I'm hopin someone understands the notes in these scripts b//10
I go til I'm empty
I divulge my whole life the moment a pen streaks
one single book holds most of my history
but you won't see it til I'm a ghost & a mystery//12
Hook: x1
