This song dope as hell.
This song dope as hell.
This movie still crazy as hell.
A face of stone, was shocked on the other
end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then
You have given away without getting at me That’s your fault, how many times you forgiven me
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga living was whack But you don’t get a nigga back like that!
Shit I’m a man with pride, you don’t do shit like that You don’t just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don’t throw away what we had, just like that I was just fucking them girls, I was gon’ get right back They say, “You can’t turn a bad girl good But once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever” I mourn forever, shit I’ve got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever”
The only thing I can say about lsd is that do not double drop on your first time, dont do it at night, dont do it alone and be prepared to go to the other side of sanity.
Everything about the world becomes clear. If you let yourself you will meet yourself deep in that trip and you will ask yourself deep questions and some of those questions will chase you and some you will fight like a gladiator. Either way its one of those things that you need to experience cause I cant describe it.
The truth is… I gave my heart away a long”
time ago, my whole heart… and I never
really got it back.
Its closer than you think.
And so my life has been guided”
All the love I needed was provided
And through my mothers sacrifices I saw
where her life went
To give more than birth to me, but life to
And this ain ’ t one of the clichés about
black women being strong
Cause hell if you’ re weak, you’ re gone
But life courage determined to do more
than just survive
And too many homes have a missing
woman or man
Without the feeling of missing love
Maybe they are homes that are hurt
But they are no real lives that hurt without
But not broken
Unless the homes of soldiers – stationed
Or lost in battles or broken
Unless the homes of firemen , policemen ,
construction workers ,
seamen, railroad men , truckers, pilots
Who lost their lives – but not what their
lives stood for …
Because men die , men lose, they are lost
and they leave
And so do women …
I came from what they called ” a broken
But they ever really called it ” a house “
They would have known how wrong they
We were working on our lives and our
Dealing with what we had , not what we
didn ’ t have
My life has been guided by women
But because of them – I am the man .
God bless you mama – and thank you .
Gil Scott Heron- I came from a broken home