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Underground Hip-Hop for the Mentally Ill
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#95,163 today
Peak #106
#8,808 in subgenre
Peak #12
Author
Matt Burton
Uploaded
October 10, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:08
Story behind the song
Secret.
Lyrics
Lemme tell you bout a kid
named charley mclain
Pockets full of change
Like he robbin coke machines
And every single morning,
It’s the same routine
But this time he copes
With rain-watered jeans
And he knows his way
With eyes closed
To the wishin well
His friends wait; the black crows
And for every quarter he throws
The bigger the stack grows
Head over the hole, he waits
till the quarter echoes
and still, them wishes keep him striving
mother’s dying and he’s gotta be
keepin her alive an’
daddy knows best,
though it’s hard to digest
dem dime sized scars
scattered all over his chest like
daddy’s cigarretes
formed a family crest
on both charley’s shoulders
rests his mother’s death
so, barely left
with anything in an oak chest
charley ventures off
just hoping for the best
[Chorus]
Tch-ta ching a ling
Now there goes charley
ditched his way to school
and snuck inside an alley
Tch ta tching a ling
Now there goes charley
pocket full of dreams
without a grand finale
[Verse 2]
and so charley goes forth
into the forest
like em dreamy trees
were sculpted by a florist
bruised were his knees,
still sportin the coarsest
shoes, not to lose his will
and so he forced it
‘til the time he found
the wooden shack
he was walking roads well
without him lookin back
but tobacco smells paired
with several empty packs
was all it took to get him
flashin back like...
there he is on
the bedroom floor
daddy tellin him mommy
ain’t comin back no more
this fact snapped him back
and cracked his inner core
an attack, a tactic
jacked and strapped for war
but he could hear
her voice from the closet
with secret stairs
that led to the attic
“she’s probably playin a game”;
hide and seek is a classic
he knows she’s good at it,
So he found her next to
Her favorite hair clips
found her ice cold,
got a blanket
No way to tell him though
She couldn’t hear him no
wrapped in plastic
No one will ever reach her soul
[Chorus]
[Alter- Chorus]
Nobody ever told charley that
When it rains, it pours
It rains, it pours
charley’s gunna make daddy pay for that
Cause when it rains, it pours
It rains it pours
[Verse 3]
Let’s shift the story
to a kid named tommy
He too, is livin life
without a mommy
Since birth, with only
Two in the family
Sculpture in the attic
Of his mother kept him company
Quarters go missing
Out of his lunch money
And never does he remember
the trip to hes doing school daily
like how did this blade
get in inside of his backpack?
No he couldn’t of recognized
The blade from the wooden shack
But no, oh,
there’s more
His hands put a stain
on the door
realized it was the rust,
from the blade
from the orange handprint
that he made
and tommy’s pockets go
tching tcha thing a ling
now there goes tommy
goes his way to school
without a single memory
tching tcha tching a ling
oh there goes tommy
pockets always clinging
to the same ol melody
Nobody ever told tommy that
The calm’s before the storm
Before the storm
At this point there is no turning back
Cause when it rains, it pours
It rains, it pours
So he recognized
His own handwritting in a
little journal he found in the
back pocket of the
dirty jeans weathered by the rain
he didnt remember
Well how? Never touched it
ever since that september
and so
He read a bit more
It predicted the own death
of the father he knows
tommy knew it was too late
when the quarters hit the floor
and the sound just sent him back
as his eyes began to close
when he wakes up,
he would scream from the sight
but the sight has him choked
cause the blade from the shack
was inside daddy’s throat
Now he’s up in the closet
With dad’s random coats
He’s staring his hand
His mentality broke
How?
His Hands so bloody right now
Stress levels going up, yup
And his eye, brow
Sweat’s just drippin right now
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