Memory of Childhood |
Through the Eyes of a Stranger The clear blue sky arises above me sets me free of all insecurities slowly walking inside myself I pause to catch my breath thinking back to the life I saw Through the Eyes of a Stranger Let's see if you can flow with me as far as my mind will let me flee born in 73 on 21st Street on loan by two parents whose income put us as a middle class family coulda fooled me Opening our front door capturing all public negativities swarming rapidly to manipulate an innocent mind that would be me just close your eyes and imagine what I've seen Young mothers givin birth at the tender age of thirteen thinkin about it makes me sick til fire regurgitates from my soul the chain continues goin untold uneducated sisters captured by society’s version of beauty scarred esophagus from ferocious fingertips just to fit into the televised dream of a size 2 Baby Phat jean Through the Eyes of a Stranger Younger and younger they're bred in the hood can't even produce a full grown bush talkin bout I got the look need to pick up a book mastering the technique of givin brains from the local drug dealer whose father drove him insane Bastard-leavin black eye after black eye not knowing he felt her pain sting of the slap ringing in her ears coldness of the floor she hit to give her many busted lips which were once kissable pillows of love First born seed watching with tears subdued within anger building so strong it didn't take him long to c*ck that trigger aim at that nig*er you figure Through the Eyes of a Stranger Heated ejaculation made a penetration demolishing a family's pain But evolution of a demon with no respect prevailed and reigned relieving his fury by prying on adolescent dames hidin the fact that he'd rather pop the neighborhood cat slash male hood rat lets acknowledge him as Jamal behind closed doors, Jamillah runnin around bussin caps off at everyone in sight too much of a fag dressin in drag can't bare the dare of a one-on-one tag ridin around in a stolen lex coupe wit his ashy azz Through the Eyes of a Stranger Let's switch the scene lay focus on the prostitute fiends struttin around with bootie shorts and a dirty wife beater shivering in zero below degrees on bended knees suckin c*ck for that five minute rock icicle snot of venom from within him seepin down their face leavin traces of death for the v.i.c. victim that is sores around their grill smiling with missin teeth as if no one knows the deal always frontin like "I keeps it real" Face shrunkin in as if they never had a meal here's food for thought these cats are actually givin their funds to a broke azz pimp who was repeatedly molested by his mother's brother we'll call him uncle Tim being stroked in and out of as if he was actually a girlfriend maturing with suicidal tendencies murderous thoughts towards his own family wouldn't bear children for fear of his nightmares repeating themselves but in reality among his seeds Damn... imagine for one moment that you were in anyone of these molestative aids providing homosexual mental physical emotional abusive scenes more than half of you know what I mean Through the Eyes of a Stranger |