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just a puppet for this little girl
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A passionate, poetic emcee from Louisville, Kentucky that works with amazing producers from all across the hip-hop scene. A lover of all musical genres that fin
VISIT SUTTER CANE ON THE WEB WWW.SUTTERCANEMUSIC.NET SUPPORT THE MOVEMENT Robert Bratcher II grew up obsessed with music. In his earliest childhood memories he recalls lying on the floor in his room listening to the beautiful harmonizing on the “Beach Boys” album “Pet Sounds.” Growing up in Louisville, Kentucky as a child of the 80’s, Rob was only exposed to certain music early in life. Mostly just radio hits from Madonna, Duran Duran, New Kids On The Block, MC Hammer, and others. As he grew older he discovered the music scene outside of 80’s pop radio. Through his teen years he was heavily moved by hip-hop and grunge rock. Later on he discovered the treasures of 60’s and 70’s psychedelic rock. Rob continued to rummage through local record stores, and his parents vinyl collection, digging deeper into the world of music. Poetry was another art form that Rob became attached to at a young age. Inspired by an articulate elementary school English teacher, he found poetry tremendously moving. He began writing poems on a regular basis, and this was something he would continue to do throughout his life. By the time he was 18, Rob had fallen in love, dropped out of high school, been in quite a bit of trouble with the law, tried nearly every drug imaginable, and made every mistake a bewildered teenager can make. After a series of negative drug experiences that left him with ongoing mental torment, Rob returned to the creative languages that had touched a chord in his heart as a child. Once again he found himself infatuated with music and poetry, this time as an aspiring artist. Sutter Cane was the novelist from the film “In the Mouth of Madness.” He wrote books that caused the reader to go insane. Three years into his music career, Rob chose "Sutter Cane" as his musical alter ego. He uses music and poetry as a way to deal with life. Whether he spent the night arguing with his girlfriend, sharing beer and deep conversation with his close friends, or performing music in a local bar, you will hear about it in his songs. Honest emotions and simple analogies of life are what you will find in this music. No preaching, no bragging, and no cookie-cutter hip-hop; just sincere words and heartfelt expressions from a dreamer with good intentions and many scars CONTACT SUTTER CANE ON AIM: MSOLOIST
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Peak #9,018
Peak in subgenre #707
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Lyrics: Sutter Cane Productions: Jordan Davis
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sutter cane 2005
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May 12, 2005
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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I never ever thought I’d let myself slip this bad Sticking my dick into a trick and feeling sick this bad She thought she knew me she don’t know me I don’t know her but I showed her My personal files and folders and I told her I’m a soldier As her bolder holder came up off her shoulders I was so folded So I rode it never thought about control or my soul Without protection I’m exposed this is new to me All through puberty my boo was true to me Grew with me but booted me just recently No decency she’s broken every piece of me Decreasing me, this is an epidemic like obesity Released into the brothel an apostle on his own In this gossiping metropolis hospitable and grown Is it possible these hostile obstacles are only dreams? Lonely phony scenes that seem colossal on the screens Her passionate screams..... the sounds of my security Her touch was that of purity and sure to be a cure for me So as I’m drinking I’m just thinking it’s a funny world Pull My Strings I’m just a puppet for this little girl Verse 2 So dear if you can hear this ones for us and what we made Lust.... rage... touch.... fade.... A garbage can of Miller Lights before the night became a start November is a symbol of the ember in my heart December we’ll embark so we all can start again Get a pardon and a part of me departed with my friend This has hardened every artery the bars were just a start for me Wounds that never heal beneath the scars that are just darkening No marketing or targeting the audience for pay Just the naughtiest display when my guardian’s astray The arguments decay after seven I’m deserted Young again the sheets were stained like she’d be murdered Only victim was the purity the trust is underground Combusted by the lust it’s just disgusting in this town These questions steady stressing me... can’t let em get the best of me God what is my destiny my life is in now in jeopardy Obsessing over guiltiness you’ve blessed even my filthiness A thousand showers powers couldn’t saturate this wilderness Evaporate the crystal water Eden’s been polluted Ate the fruit so hedonistic she was twisted I pursued it And I got it so did they but only she could say the number Never settling to build a happy home out of this lumber Makes me wonder what’s her secret rainy night within the mist Said her Father was so close to her what would he think of this? That’s another topic confidence has never been our strength So a search for sanctuary’s only natural You and I were only shadows dancing aimlessly so she became a the light Ashamed as I’m staring in my picture frames at night The wicked games are over and the weather turning cold Still I’m sleepwalking and I’m only getting old
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