I början av Januari 2014 låstes Whoa och du kan alltså ej logga in eller skriva något nytt i forumen. Innehåll i forum osv kommer finnas tillgängligt. Läs Mer »

The other kids never played with him...

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2005-03-22 03:32

The other kids never played with him...

The other kids never played with him, so in order to
to play with them, he was forced to start paying them
Everyday they'd ask for money, and he was never saying no
He wanted to, but he didn't wanna be hated though
So he kept going even though he knew it was fake love
Cause this is what hate does, it takes us and brakes us
This was his curse, yeah you can call it a harmless curse
He would take money from daddy's wallet and momma's purse
He had plenty of sorrows, so there was plenty to borrow
Ten today and then maybe, maybe twenty tomorrow
And for this he got to be a cool kid, play along when
They played who's it, but it was fake and everybody knew it
It was too easy to see through it, if they asked him to do
anything, he would do it, but you can't say that he blew it
Cause they never even gave him a chance
If he wanted to talk to them he had to ask in advance
And on the weekends there was absolutely no connection
Nope, this was a classical case of absolute neglection
And everyday after school he was lonely as hell
He had only with himself and it was cold in his hell


One day his parents caught him red handed, his vision of
Life was abondonned, he was done flying, this bird had landed
Besides all the troubles he had to be in at home
He also had to go back to the lifestyle of being alone
But maybe it wasn't all play pretend, maybe they could
All play as friends so he squeezed his hands and prayed again
"They weren't hanging out with me cause of the money
I'm kind of a cool guy, nice and plus I was funny"
But what a moron! he couldn't have been more wrong
And the next day he had evidence of that on his fore-arm
But the physical damage coulnd't be compared to his soul
Because now he had to face what he was scared to be told
But it was here to be known, and his whole body
Was expressing this feeling to let people know he was a nobody
Always when he walked he lowered his head to show he
was dead, but it didn't help, the grief was growing instead
He knew what he had to do now, he talked to his parents
And they bought a new house and moved south
For his first day of school he bought a new shirt and
New pants, cause this was a new birth, a new chance

Always look on the bright side of life