I like feeling the rain, fall between my blistered toes
as I twist the dro, and the strengthening blizard blows
hitting foes with spells, that only a wizard knows.
I'm no wizard though, and these nights are getting slow
the moon above pierces my eyes, smirking from it's crib
dude on the moon has no sun, so we on earth are called his kids
that's all it is, an illegitimate relationship, between strangers
he comes to visit us at night, from his esteemed manger
and leaves us to see danger...
...but I'm a street ranger
What's the reason, for me being a son of a bitch?
and getting kicked in to a home, with hundreds of kids
I struggled to fit, they didn't understand how my brain works
that day hurt, but they searched, for ways to make my pain worse
torturing me, until I'd fall on the floor, and I'd bleed
but I WANTED to go....they didn't fucking force me to leave
the streets are watching...each corner has a set of eyes
sticking to your every move, like it was televised
the streets are posessed, by heart beats of the dead
reverberating, no priests, drugs are preaching instead
crack is the bishop, the messanger sent from above
and MJ is to show, that he sends you his love
addicts, come together every night and praise this lord
with a sacrifice (any drugs left over from the day before).
but that was life, and I was comfortable, I knew the rules
and what they do to fools.
I stare above, whispering sins, in to the blistering winds
and kissing this doll, that's riddled with pins
one lock of hair...'in life.....there's nothing fair'
...any other moment really can not compare
'Night Mommy' I say, placing the doll on the desk
before stabbing the body, fucking mauling the vest
'IT'S ALL FOR THE BEST!' I scream as my face burns
fire in my eyes, as my evilness, tries to replace hers
why only me? how was I different than the other kids?
why didn't I get any of the love, they had been smothered with?
What's the reason? what have I done to deserve this
nobodies perfect...but am I really that worthless?
'the earth is a game...you gotta find your way, son'
but how can I do that, when I've been blind from day one?
my only love is the street, in the corners I can sit and cry
tears are the ONLY thing in life...I'll never have to kiss goodbye
I'm alone, nobody knows or cares if i'm even alive
but it doesn't eat me inside, or deprive me of
a piece of my pride...I make up my mind, reach to the side
and snatch EVERY mother fucking piece of the pie
Let's face it, there are benefits to being a street rat
it aint all bad...just try not to be clapped
and it can teach that, life is there to be lived, alone
on your own, others just make it split in zones
but, I can still laugh, because I'm doing my thing, you see?
but I'll always hate my mommy...for the pain
she TRIED to bring to me...
So daddy, I know you're only the man in the moon
and you'll be dead again soon...
But it's ok, I'm no longer angry, fuck my sorry plight
I'm a man, I live alone....
....see you tomorrow night.
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Anyways man, this was so you. The style you chose to portray fits your wording very well. I can't even remember the last time you wrote something this well. Probably that piece about the solider in the snow or some shit like that, a while back though. Anyways, i really enjoyed this. The wording like i said was on, but I really liked the storyline to be honest, pretty nifty way of presenting the idea. Dope there. Emotion was not too heavy, but had a big enough presence to still hit you up a bit in most areas. I really liked the blunt ending rather it's inteneded to be funny or not, it was. Really laughed when I read it. Overall, this is one of those things where it seems kind;ve random, but it came through for you, I enjoyed it myself, so thank you. Keep writing and hit up this for me.
