I Stay High

by **Cookzee** » Sep 3rd, '09, 21:03

i know i know! cookzee never posts a full song, well i got a treat for you, true stories, give me some response!!!!!!

when i was younger my mother always used to tell me
*don't be like your brother, or to pay theres were hell be*
but i was ignorant, i would never do what they tell me
it aint true, i could never be locked in a cell see
coz im smarter than that, im much smarter cats
who've been doin it fluent much longer than i have
get with the times, oooo how these rhymes have
twisted my perception of life from what i had
coz now im coming away, and i had nothing to say
but now my minds blown up like a grenade
i set it straight, i can make you relate to the way
i was, back in the day, like attacking the page
im back in a rage, but on the waves i stay clean
but when im come out, i'm like rage against the machines
i can be so mean, but i cover it up
a disfunctional fuck, because she smothered her son!

VERSE 2:

it's six years later, im stuck in the same place
stuck with the same face, fucking up with same mistakes
when will the things change, it doesn't seem to be the same
since i had my mother with me, saying everythings okay
my little brother looks disgusted, he's filled with distrust an
all my problems seem to have clustered
till i can barely make it to the door
it's 3.am. i am lying naked on the floor
shit im so baked, my mouths filling with foam
i go to grab for the phone, i hope my mother is home
im so alone, is the heating on? i feel cold
im still walking down this road, an im 20 years old
this has gotta stop, *no u just have to pop
pop all the pills you got, yo pop until you flop
god help me out, im in need of directions
the demons are taking over, im in need of protection

VERSE 3:

so this is it, always how this business is
im almost at the end, i can feel it in my wits
i have slit my wrists, i tried a bunch of different shit
i got tired from the toxic gas, my ass was giggaling
now my chest is jiggaling, and my legs are squiggalin
trying to fight it off, but nothing can stop this wig aling
im there at the blackout, somwhere in the background
theres a bunch of different groups of people, tryna ask how
im feeling at the moment of time, stay with me
quickly, i don't wanna die so soon, so pick me
off the floor, stitch me, do what you need to
i wanna come off, get me somone to speak to
my name is steven, i've been clean for 10 years
you'd come and join me if you had seen some of them tears
i saw my brother cry, saw the look the eyes
almost died right there, i saw the crook that was I!