being a youth has
mixxed blessings
with lessons
come misinterpretations of text
these transgressions
of chidrens
who b stayin depressed
CAS and youth workers
never get their feet deep enough into the waters
to save the children of the night, gods sons and scorned daughters
look through my eyes and see farther
then your dead beat fathers, strung out mothers
addicted sisters, drug pushin brothers
always count your blessings, after you count your pains
cause no one will ever be able to fully appreciate
or alleviate, eliminate your hidden skeletons
even vengefulness with trails of dead mens
cant take away your nightmares, or the voices you hear
its clear
that the poisons in our veins only magnify our pains
but still i'll pour out wit you, over names of mens and girls mamed
its a young world but old dreams are never ready to leave..
and i know it weighs heavy
rip euel kachely
the blunt creates dis illusion of dissillusionment
hung over
head in the pillow, suicidal thoughts that you caught up in
only help you escape the fact that you still livin
cuz when god took him, he didnt take you
he didnt take your mom, he didnt take b or ak,
so why are we all dying to find the blame
why are we all living in constant pain
a good man died on fathers day
and ever since then yall been grieving for life, over death
dont you overstand, you can over step this shit
without a clip, without a sip of liks, without a hit
dont you overstand
your standin on a path that goes three sixty