True Story | this time.

Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in | Posted on 6:19 PM


My half-brother landed his ass in jail today...again, and I'm sure he's been there more than twice. He's addicted to cannabis. I was fine with him doing it until he got caught by the law, on top of that lost his house because the money he borrowed from my father (his real dad) went towards weed instead of bills, and he's just a stupid, gullible fuck.

Here's my rant, my life, my story. Enjoy. I'll probably write more later.

Come, come, I beckon thee
Your mouth burnin' up blunts like a referee
With his lips around a whistle and callin' out fouls
You're boxin' in a ring
Don't wanna throw in the towel
Give up, I say, with this confused look on my face
Following the strings in your DNA to see if it's all a game
Would it prove that the same blood runs
In both of our veins?
Then I look to the man who created us
Not God, don't go there, our father
Who separated us
I find myself hopin' that I'm not like you
Then again we grew up in two different wombs
In different hospital rooms
Where our mothers gave us our lives,
But you wasted your time
And committed the same old crimes
On the outside you seem to be perfectly fine,
A normal forty year old
Carrying some heavy burden inside
Have your eyes had time to dry from crying?
Did you look to the holy ganja because you gave up on trying?
You're flying while your birth-dad's crying
Staying up pondering why his son's always lying
I once, oh once, looked up to you
Then again you were taller,
But I still had faith in you
My love for guitar and music, it's my whole big planet
But you were the one with the seeds,
But didn't plan it
You planted it
Your music always seemed to inspire me the most
It went into my heart, a place where it don't often go
I'm singing and writing, but that's something you'll never know
Just let it go
I've given up on my "brother," constantly going to jail for smokin' dro
Yeah I'm singing and writing, but that's something you'll never know
Something you won't ever get the chance to see
Even now I can't find you in the darkest of my dreams
So it seems
My mind's locked you out and thrown away the key

Comments (1)

Frank Said on April 7, 2010 at 9:48 PM

thank you for sharing this,

when our true feelings find their way into what we write, its deeper than anything,

"I once, oh once, looked up to you
Then again you were taller",

I like this

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