Grains of hope still remain Memories invade my brain When I seek peace I feel knee-deep in the System Like quick sand forcing me back to the darkness But I
In the dark An overwhelming gift Lifted I get wicked Gin spins around me Veering to my feet I stand in the street An exile among homies and strangers I’ve
First-born experiment child of a loving absent father stuck in the Marine corps And an angry mother I would die for Moved around a lot Inland Empire apartment to apartment
I’m sickwitit Sometimes my eyes can’t help but cry The saline solution To my compromised constitution The real revolution Begins with a tear Not that political shit Fed by fear
I remember When my smiles became cries When the truth became lies When I cut all ties to myself Swallowed by darkness A slave to the block I walked in