Untitled by HOM1CID3 Lyrics
Ray Charles once said "Music to me is like breathing-- I don't get tired of breathing I don't get tired of music"/
Born October 29th, 1996/
Also a paraplegic/
Due to my spinal condition scoliosis/
Mom had been told by the doctors that I could die/
But since I'm alive/
She told me I could fly/
Stevie Wonder once said "We all have ability. The difference is how we use it"/
And I feel as though I can express myself through the mindset of a poet/
And being in this wheelchair it doesn't stop me/
It inspires me to be greater/
The sickest poet who decided to go higher than an elevator/
But it's only half of what shapes my legacy/
I used to think that I was alone in this virtual place that I've created inside my head to feel alone quietly/
But to know that there are other people out there that do not have a problem with expressing how there life has been it's kinda like a tree/
My roots are the equivalent to my growth my trunk/
Is my strength as long as I stand I will never give up/
My branches are damaged but they are what made me/
The leaves are the variety/
Of people there to help me/
One big leaf fell off/
And even though you're gone/
I live through you so your spirit is never lost/
2010 the year you were put in a hole 6 feet deep/
Also the year you started your rest in peace/
The stress are the vines/
That choked me at times/
Tried to get away/
But like jail it's hard to escape/
Immortal Technique once said "The purpose/
Of life is a life with a purpose/
So I'd rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless"/
If I know I can make a difference/
A fire that doesn't burn but disintergrate/
A fire with the power to make winter get out of its way/
Since I'm black and a lot of people have an image of me because of set stereotypes/
I'd rather be the one black kid who glows with a very bright light/
I am not the kid who decided to drop out of school/
Cause his friends told him it was the new thing plus it's cool/
I am not the 15 year old boy who felt lonely/
So he joined a gang and adopted them as his family/
I am not the rich black kid who had dreams of goin' to college/
But the stress conquered him he started usin' drugs and since then he couldn't stop it/
But I am the black kid who see things differently/
Have you ever thought of violence to be inspirational if not well it is to me/
In my cranium I see a robbery/
I wonder where I got the ideaology/
And outside I hear screamin' and multiple bullets fly/
I can't believe the words that just came out of my/
Dirty uncensored and sometimes clean mouth/
Hey Mom and Dad can you hear the crowd/
The tv in the living room/
Has the channel that tells you the news/
They said wow like going to a concert to hear smooth blues/
And going to sleep is my way that I become hurt/
Reason being 'cause if I think of a verse/
I have no pen and paper/
And waitin' shortens my patience/
So I'm cursed/
Thrown into dirt but remembered like a changing color leaf/
Untitled now and forever 'cause I am undefined and can't be considered a defeat/
Untitled 'cause it's hard to tell what's gonna happen down that cracked maze changing street/
Though when I am defined/
I hope it's confined/
Within these lines/
Born October 29th, 1996/
Also a paraplegic/
Due to my spinal condition scoliosis/
Mom had been told by the doctors that I could die/
But since I'm alive/
She told me I could fly/
Stevie Wonder once said "We all have ability. The difference is how we use it"/
And I feel as though I can express myself through the mindset of a poet/
And being in this wheelchair it doesn't stop me/
It inspires me to be greater/
The sickest poet who decided to go higher than an elevator/
But it's only half of what shapes my legacy/
I used to think that I was alone in this virtual place that I've created inside my head to feel alone quietly/
But to know that there are other people out there that do not have a problem with expressing how there life has been it's kinda like a tree/
My roots are the equivalent to my growth my trunk/
Is my strength as long as I stand I will never give up/
My branches are damaged but they are what made me/
The leaves are the variety/
Of people there to help me/
One big leaf fell off/
And even though you're gone/
I live through you so your spirit is never lost/
2010 the year you were put in a hole 6 feet deep/
Also the year you started your rest in peace/
The stress are the vines/
That choked me at times/
Tried to get away/
But like jail it's hard to escape/
Immortal Technique once said "The purpose/
Of life is a life with a purpose/
So I'd rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless"/
If I know I can make a difference/
A fire that doesn't burn but disintergrate/
A fire with the power to make winter get out of its way/
Since I'm black and a lot of people have an image of me because of set stereotypes/
I'd rather be the one black kid who glows with a very bright light/
I am not the kid who decided to drop out of school/
Cause his friends told him it was the new thing plus it's cool/
I am not the 15 year old boy who felt lonely/
So he joined a gang and adopted them as his family/
I am not the rich black kid who had dreams of goin' to college/
But the stress conquered him he started usin' drugs and since then he couldn't stop it/
But I am the black kid who see things differently/
Have you ever thought of violence to be inspirational if not well it is to me/
In my cranium I see a robbery/
I wonder where I got the ideaology/
And outside I hear screamin' and multiple bullets fly/
I can't believe the words that just came out of my/
Dirty uncensored and sometimes clean mouth/
Hey Mom and Dad can you hear the crowd/
The tv in the living room/
Has the channel that tells you the news/
They said wow like going to a concert to hear smooth blues/
And going to sleep is my way that I become hurt/
Reason being 'cause if I think of a verse/
I have no pen and paper/
And waitin' shortens my patience/
So I'm cursed/
Thrown into dirt but remembered like a changing color leaf/
Untitled now and forever 'cause I am undefined and can't be considered a defeat/
Untitled 'cause it's hard to tell what's gonna happen down that cracked maze changing street/
Though when I am defined/
I hope it's confined/
Within these lines/