Made through easter holidays of 2004. Bits of my life as a child
Jus wanna give props to devize for such good beats
Its just me, on my lonely
Im a solo artist. I like to do collaborations.
Story behind the song
When loads of shit jus builds up insid eof me, i need to let loose. this is how i do it
Lyrics
A boy called Craig, he wakes up from a bad dream/
Screams, The scenes still pictured in his head what he sees/
Can't believe that his mother leaves/
Surely this isnt healthy for a boy aged 3//
Loves all he needs, its what he feeds/
Its what he bleeds, but he turns nasty when he's been decieved/
Overpowered by his parents greed//
Did they even care how he felt, when he saw them fighting phsysically/
Throat tightens as he sees the belt, now he expresses shit lyrically//
Fully, grows up hating bullys, as its all he's seen throughout his life/
His ambitions sliced, and his wishes diced/
No one listened twice in this un-hinged life//
(Hook 1)
So much pain in this young boys brain/
His souls been slain, and he's no more sane/ (X2)
The anger, the tears and the raised voices/
The sweat, the hatred, this boys life exploited//
The anticipation found him, surrounds him/
More and more happens as life goes on around him//
Runs from the feelings, hides from the demons/
Cries everynight and sighs with such meaning//
His shoulders crushed with this weight from the world/
His olders sussed out his hate for the world//
He-witnessed-hits and hid-from-it/
His-sickness-fits were risky-shit//
Blood pressure high, so was his mother/
She disappeared right there, left him for a lover//
(Hook 2)
So much pain in this young boys brain/
His souls been slain, and he's no more sane/
He's derranged in a way which is too scary to say/
He's fucked up today and he's Raring to play//
This boy has so much emotion/
His life is a social-erosion/
His brain's a disaster exploding/
His hurt is a plaster, eroding//
A microphone rids of his hurt/
So a night alone is when he blurts//
He's not able to love no-one/
Every love life that begins, turns so wrong//
He needs a girl who he can share shit with/
Because right now his world is an open siv//
This boy is me..and its frightening to see/
But it's a lighting for me as the fightings decreased//
(Hook 2)
So much pain in this young boys brain/
His souls been slain, and he's no more sane/
He's derranged in a way which is too scary to say/
He's fucked up today and he's Raring to play//
