desparate jawamba

okay let me kick off this story with a brief introduction

the dudes name was chicomahn born into nothing

raised by the people who took their time teaching that,

some things are fine

which is something thats always gonna be in the back of his mind

fast forward to a time when he was alone,

lost his family then his home, hes starting to look stressed now

bunch of bitties just pulled their titties out

couldnt stop staring at the fine mamas trying to molest he

rubbing their butts on his dick and he dont feel nothing

trying to give a little they dropped floor

and begged to be his slave

he didnt know why this shit was flying his way

so, before it went any further tried to unplug the fans

and with the rip chord clenched in his hand

he took his final stand, he, he raised his hand

look down and saw what he was doin

so ashamed of the shit he realized that he was doin

loved husband and father of three

now a homie cruzin the streets, lookin for the floozies to be

cause if there aint money anymore he will go back to the days of before

when he worked for a living practiced religion teaching his kids

about how to behave cause if they didnt they would end up in a cage

now he running from what he refers to nothing just

a drop of water in his glass he calls life

started with drinking ice tea ended with snortin coke and

chuggin codine thats what he thought life used to mean

but now his glass is half full left the world feeling like a fool

he was the kid who fell asleep in class

woke up face covered in drool teacher yelling this aint your home

this is school!

yeah well its really boring and besides i will forget what you say

in four days

the place you dreaded as a kid had to wake up every mornin

when really you just wanted to be snoring

mom would wake him up with a cold glass of water to his face

tell him he gonna be late for school he would hide under the covers

trying to forget that he had a mother

and now he struggling to remember the person

that brought hi into this world and how she tried

to guide him in the right direction

but he thought he didnt need any lessons

stressing from the meth he always feels the danger

tries to cover his fear with anger walks around like a gang banger

but he know he dont want to hang the this crew of rude dudes

but its that or get shot for trying to leave the thing thats making him

bleed

yet the splinter is too deep cant even get it with a pair

of tweezas, hes turned into an unrecognizable speices

worried what people will think of him if he tries to leave

and now his mom is seeing his face on tv

the news is saying hes runnin from the po-lice

a hundred and sixty miles an hour thoughts powered by

white powder

just as he thought the skies were clearing he seen a vision

it ended with a minor collision shook em bit

but then hit the ground runnin quick

got cornered then tried to take a stand

and he didnt realize that he was just a man

dropped to his knees chest ableed