mu ling productions on the beat
Mykel (odex) is a talentless piece of trash, but have pitty on him and love his music. Or Karma will make your child as tonedeff as he is...thanks.
I'm doing many 'new' things. Mainly experimenting...
The majority of the songs Im working on now are 'alternative' based...with hip hop mixed in here and there.
I only did rap music for awhile, but now as bad as it may sound...I'm going to tie singing in more.
Lyrics
There once was a kid, close to 4 years old...
loved his life, untill he walked out of his home...
see, there were secrets that he just couldn't share.
He'd cover all the bruises, cuz he's just too scared.
Maybe the babysitter would hit a little more....
Kid was tired of pissin in the floor, but couldn't get out the door.
See, the babysitter'd lock him in the kitchen, he'd cry out but she just wouldn't listen...
gave'm a bowl of cereal to last him 8 hours, he'd cry due to the pain of controlling his bladder.
What's sadder is, if he was too loud she'd move him to the closet.
No lights, no food, no sight - baby almost lost it.
but this child was strong...and he showed it every day.
Taking lashings on his legs, whether or not he behaved.
In the mornings his mom would wonder why he screamed when she'd leave.
But he'd never turn the ladyin , fearing to bleed.
Things would be fine. That was his dream. And things are fine. If you don't believe you can ask me...
It became enough the day she pushed me off a truck... but in hindsight that day just might have been luck.
Chorus:
Every bit of pain that I ever felt, was better for my health - I've never felt better than I do today. And I want to thank all my pain....
Meanwhile, the kids dad's got problems...and he seems to think that vodka's gonna solve'em.
He's in and out of jail more than the liquor store, buys a new ride just to crash it like the one before.
This kid trembles, riding in the back seat....wondering if he'll make it home as pops swerves on busy streets.
And if they do make it home, still no peace, dad'll pass out leavin' junior to tuck himself into sheets.
When he wasn't drunk he was collecting dough, pops was a loan shark in the heart of the ghetto.
Waking his son up late nights loading weapons, and leavin'...
rolling up on groups of 10 folks at once to start beefin...
Hittin' pool halls to hustle....this kid's a witness.
His pops wasted 11 years, and now prays for forgiveness.
He's a new man now, and i'm happy he is...
but so am I, but we're strangers nomatter what life he lives.
Chorus -
20 years later.... the child's a man, and he grew up much faster than he'd planned.
Taking everything in life as the lesson it is, noting every smile for the blessing it is,
Things aren't perfect, but things are good... thanks to the pain, his mind only sees the good.
Got a baby girl now, and his boy's about to be 5....he hates the taste of alcohol and I think I know why.
He's been given the tools to pave the way....and if he makes mistakes, he knows it'll be okay...
Because mistakes have made him, the man he is today... a father, a husband, and a man of love that can save....
a childhood....a life...a bad day.... a wife... turn a sad rain to a nice day, and this is why I respect pain....
