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    CAN'T STOP(THE REAL-EST ..ISH I EVA WROTE)

    This is some of the real-est ..ish I ever wrote...4 real
    this is D'ee uncensored on da page..check it

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I missed

    like my first kiss
    pops was yellin
    tellin
    my young fling
    D'ee ain't ...ish
    I ain't a gambler
    but it's not hard 2 predict
    an adolescent mind
    will start 2 believe it

    I tried hard
    but my peeps were never satisfied
    mom looked n2 my eyes
    heard her say she wished I had died
    said if birth control was in vogue
    way back in the day
    there's no way I'd be with your Father
    now you're in the way
    and then she prayed
    WHAT?!
    I stood there
    my young mind swirling with contradictions
    as my Momma eased
    2 her knees
    a prepared a Benediction

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    can you believe this?
    my throat filling with blood
    my parents didn't stop
    until it spilled on the rug
    pop blaming mom
    mom ashen as a ashtray
    until she finally said
    he shouln't be in the way
    thought 2 myself
    DAMN!
    is that all you can say
    now I cringe everytime
    anybody picks up a knife
    if you cutting a piece of brown meat
    ...ISH
    you might as well be slicing up my life

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    a young boy
    caught in a tempest
    water boiling in a pot
    pops in da bed
    momma sleeping on a cot
    dude couldn't control
    the evil Spirit inside a bottle of likka
    2 neighbors he was Cool D'ee
    2 me
    a sad A--s N---ga!
    the screams
    the schemes
    X-plodin in my dreams
    2 this day sleep 4 hours a nite
    2 avoid the fiend
    woke up one Sunday morning
    heard a sound like an animal
    under duress
    in a fit of anger
    momma threw boiling water
    on his chest
    skin sizzling
    blisters forming
    thought I'd die from the stress

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    in skool
    I remained focused on the books
    an escape from reality
    is what it took
    a sensitive little brutha
    my smile became an evil smirk
    would subject my body 2
    various levels of pain
    and endure the hurt
    had 2 be tough
    totally evil
    unflinching
    unscathed
    still I tought in my adolescent innocence
    my peeps could be saved
    now I know in my heart
    some people can't be helped
    they pluck a card from the deck
    of the ..ish they've dealt

    stared n2 a mirror
    hours without closing my eyes
    2 me
    weakness was the tears
    I learned 2 despise
    now I don't cry much
    feel disgust
    the legacy remains
    you shoot me
    or cut me
    I'll deal with the pain

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    if I could resist
    don't know if I would
    the evil I accentuated
    got me out of the Hood
    the baddest cat is afraid
    of truly evil intent
    cross the line
    you're mine
    until my anger is spent
    back in the day
    my girlfriend's Ex
    started some ...ish
    I thought just chill D'ee
    this boy is a fool
    don't know when 2 quit
    do your thing Black man
    deal with y'all issues
    WHAT?!
    A threat 2 me!
    felt acid in my tissue
    eased n2 a plan
    5 years spent
    met up with the cat
    oh so now you tryin 2 prevent?
    looked n2 his eyes
    brutha this is the path
    you can block a blessing
    but not Satanic Wrath
    now go home 2 your kids
    and always know
    I LET you go

    can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    all through this
    you think I would've learned
    but a heart that's hard
    makes a Spirit tough 2 discern
    dark from light
    wrong from right
    Satan from God
    blamed the Father 4 a soul
    the devil robbed
    God is INDEED MY SAVIOR
    was hard as hell 2 bend my knees
    4 a long time yo
    I REFUSED 2 plead
    now
    who do you see?
    a heart with a fortress in the round?
    am I your pordigal son
    will I ever be found?
    maybe
    but know this

    I can't stop being who I am
    can't Re-live what I've missed

    yo, that's it..on da real
    FEEL ME?
    I'm out

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    • 1 January 2011
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