Sometimes, you wish I would
step back, don't make things all good,
but I can't, Mister, no, I can't!
I hope you forgive why I joined the game,
you call me a psycho, can't stand my complexion,
hate everything that I dance for,
everyone 'round you,
bleeds red also,
go ahead,
hurt me, Mister Truth, you know that I'm a see you soon,
oh, well!
That's what he said with his red pen,
Sharp razor to the line on his chest,
for a moment, he was disowned, couldn't believe all the fun,
but finally, he had a spot, he had his own throne,
a weird feeling, he fit again amongst everybody,
chapters laughin' and smilin', "Oh my Truth, we like him!"
He ain't a crutch, he's got flair,
no fear in his eyes,
always lookin' like he's in his prime,
and we're all in this mind, sharing time, hopefully no one betrayed,
and the games that we played, one day we'll fade in a blaze,
but the monster upstairs still carries the weight,
and now, we'll wait by the doorway.
It was 1994
A little guy, word!
He barely was seven
He just started, depression!
Don't call me a tool!
Dinos was his favorite, Ernie was cool,
used to play with the t-rexes, little dino that could,
he didn't know there was an impostor that lurked in him, wormwood,
that also like to play with little toys, Robin Hood!
He would feel limitless, search dreamworld!
And one day he found out the truth he had missed,
and this would burn him everyday, for as long as he breathed!
See, this child was infested by a parasite,
a hostile, a monster,
that's better off caged,
never let nobody know! Yo, just keep it inside,
but read that man, read everything bad he learned in his life,
the master living downstairs has finally been raised,
and now, we could all just play.
What you just read, this a story told upon youth,
and who the story is erased on, wished on True Blue,
I saw the chain that you're trapped in, heard growls and some cries,
pullin' down those chains, I never seen you comply,
and I can't even imagine what the freak you went through,
and hope you ain't mad that I wrote this for you,
believe me when I say, "It's not your fault,"
it isn't,
it's not your fault,
it ain't...
step back, don't make things all good,
but I can't, Mister, no, I can't!
I hope you forgive why I joined the game,
you call me a psycho, can't stand my complexion,
hate everything that I dance for,
everyone 'round you,
bleeds red also,
go ahead,
hurt me, Mister Truth, you know that I'm a see you soon,
oh, well!
That's what he said with his red pen,
Sharp razor to the line on his chest,
for a moment, he was disowned, couldn't believe all the fun,
but finally, he had a spot, he had his own throne,
a weird feeling, he fit again amongst everybody,
chapters laughin' and smilin', "Oh my Truth, we like him!"
He ain't a crutch, he's got flair,
no fear in his eyes,
always lookin' like he's in his prime,
and we're all in this mind, sharing time, hopefully no one betrayed,
and the games that we played, one day we'll fade in a blaze,
but the monster upstairs still carries the weight,
and now, we'll wait by the doorway.
It was 1994
A little guy, word!
He barely was seven
He just started, depression!
Don't call me a tool!
Dinos was his favorite, Ernie was cool,
used to play with the t-rexes, little dino that could,
he didn't know there was an impostor that lurked in him, wormwood,
that also like to play with little toys, Robin Hood!
He would feel limitless, search dreamworld!
And one day he found out the truth he had missed,
and this would burn him everyday, for as long as he breathed!
See, this child was infested by a parasite,
a hostile, a monster,
that's better off caged,
never let nobody know! Yo, just keep it inside,
but read that man, read everything bad he learned in his life,
the master living downstairs has finally been raised,
and now, we could all just play.
What you just read, this a story told upon youth,
and who the story is erased on, wished on True Blue,
I saw the chain that you're trapped in, heard growls and some cries,
pullin' down those chains, I never seen you comply,
and I can't even imagine what the freak you went through,
and hope you ain't mad that I wrote this for you,
believe me when I say, "It's not your fault,"
it isn't,
it's not your fault,
it ain't...
