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"Tha Poetic Son"



No, No. No - Don't cry for me

Please Don't try to understand this pain

I've been here - I am use to this rain

Slowly but surely - I am becoming sane

Pulling myself up, so others wont tear from my pain

This is my life - And all my pain

I've been killed by cane

Hurt many others... From the selling of cane

So many bad memories... Eating at my brain

Forcing me to relive those thoughts

Choking me to a mental death - I need to cough

Gasp for air

The evil eyes in my head? - They continuously stare

Changing my reflection to a fun house glare

The life I led? - Its a constant scare

The news at 10 version of "truth or dare"

Is it true you did this? - I dare you to do that?

Well fact is fact - I've done all that

Hells kitchen? - I've gone and went back

Cooked on that stove - And ate at that table

My true life - Is worse than a Steven King fable

Its been flipped more times than your digital cable

But I tell my story - To make others able

To stand and face their fears - Hopefully pause their tears

Become their own individual - Stand up to peers

So dont weep for me - Don't feel for my past

Cause if it wasn't for that - I wouldn't be where Im at

I know its a lot on anyone's back

But don't cry for me - Thats all I ask



"Tha Poet"



You can't understand this- I don't expect you to,

If I asked you to make sense of it- It'd be too much for you.

I've worked so hard- To try and get past my past,

I've done a decent job- But memories will always last.

I'll always remember the fact- That happiness isn't within my grasp,

I've always been different- At times treated like an outcast.

I'm like the man in the iron mask- Because I hide my true self,

I give you what I feel you can handle- I keep the rest to myself.

You feel you can help- Well I'll give you a taste,

Imagine living your life- And honestly feeling it's a waste.

You pray for death- To a God that you don't even believe in,

But you know no other way- So you anxiously await to see him.

Imagine growin up- With drugs as the main focus,

At 5 I was seeing drug sales- Because this is what my folks did.

And they still do- Yes it's true- I swear I tell no lie,

And your whole life you walk around- With this secret inside.

At school you fill out forms- Which ask your parents occupation,

You have to write unemployed- Because it's illegal to sell medication.

Let's exit these memories- I see the glossiness in your eyes,

I asked you when we first started- To please not cry.

I should have told you this before but,

My thoughts are like mysteries- Just waiting to be solved,

You have to go deeper within me- To understand what is involved.

And should you decide to do so- The things that you may see,

May bring tears to your eyes- But I ask you, don't cry for me.