Story Of A Messed Up Life
The Urban was born on November 1st, 1992. The Urban is a lyricist, writer, director and producer.
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Story behind the song
I thought of stories and problems in the world.
Lyrics
Realistic pain is complex not plain,
It injects itself inside your brain,
Affects your senses, inflicts rage,
That bursts into flames like propane,
Propells itself into a daze,
Until it self destructs like grenades,
Next depression hits for days,
Prescription pills popped to make it go away,
Experimentation with coke and haze,
Hope just fades the more dope that runs in his veins,
That's when his suicidal thoughts came,
Coudn't take the pain so he put the gun to his brain
2) Put his finger on the trigger with a close aim,
For that one moment he prayed,
Talked to God begging to be saved,
To be forgiven for his sins and shame,
Then stood in silence for a sign to be displayed,
He saw nothing in sight and a tear ran down his face,
Raised the gun from his waist up to his face,
And whispered to himself "I'm going to a better place",
it was august 8 jason was playin his playstation
had no idea who just came to his place
a knock on the door, opened it and saw his face
expressionless and stiff had some news to give
he braced himself and waited
layed out the situation, and explained it
guess who was now a hospital patient
tears streamed down his face he just cant take it
there was no remorse from the government agent
he just watched the stage and remained complacent
J thrashed about and around, fell to the ground in frustration
who knew such a day awaited, when it came,
it struck so hard it felt like the whole world was vacant
in reality, only one life was taken
but to those related, the loss was devastating
why dont you put yourself in his place
dazed and confused, alone with noone to embrace
Do you believe in a world that revolves around hope
That this world will learn forgiveness and learn to cope
With the struggles of poverty, war, and disease
Turn all these dreams into one giant reality
This is what happens when your born poor
You die poor and die inside even more
Your born to lose so whats the point of tryen
And they wonder why so many people are dyen
In the land of the free, wow look that them lyen
They say welcome to the kingdom of dreams
Where God shines and people beam
This is where were meant to be, you and me
Here we go again with this fake fantasy
They control us like a cancerous terminal disease
Eaten at us until we start to bleed Down on our knees
They feel nothing their all just to hard and mean
These wonderful people that lead this country
We deserve more, we deserve to ALL be free...
