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Stories of Old ft. Yaz [A MUST READ PLZ LEAVE FEEDBACK!!!!]
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yes ppl I know it's fuckin long but if u could read through it and leave some honest feedback it would be extremely appreciated we both spent quite alot of time and thought in putting this together. hope u ppl enjoy.
flowin this to: Save the Day by Atmosphere Hook: (x2) [Gene Pool] the sorrow the pain, the anguish and the insane/ feelings of afriad, where bravery is tamed/ these are the stories of old, so listen close/ Grow on knowledge to avoid death so cold/ [Yaz] the 5orrow the pain, the hate the 5train lifez not alwayz the 5ame az the frame theirz a diffrent 5tory, no matter how it'z told but theze be the 5toriez... the 5toriez of the old Verse #1: (written by Gene Pool) here we go, Yaz and gene Pool ready to rip through the stories of old/ so first on the list, I’ma bout to rip the shit bout this kid named Joel/ who was ripe in age, 14 years filled of hurtfull thoughts on every page/ just to say, things were never good between both his parents rage/ fights would break, more and more violent everyday/ and all Joel wanted was to get away from all the pain/ their was once a time, Joel spaced away from outside his mind/ took that knife, and sliced his wrists, blinded from the light/ cried once he realized the blood rippled the waters of Christ/ and god guided his way back to the external flows of life/ he kicked and screamed, during that hospital scene/ and u wouldn’t believe, how obscene his parents be/ he sat there alone, emotions bleeding out from his rattled bones/ and he couldn’t understand why his parents just couldn’t condone/ cuz another fight, arguin about Joel’s precious little life/ threatenin the thoughts of the knife, to the endless nights/ then for months, hours of sleep weren’t cherished but lost/ for Joel, to afraid about thoughts of eternally passing on/ but until one night, Joel’s dad tried to end his wife’s life/ he grabbed that kitchen knife and slice, slice, slice/ then high pitched screams, Joel went runnin out to find his mom/ bleedin from the stomach, breasts, arms and at the knees/ his mom went runnin away, tryin to find a safe hidin place/ to get away from the fury, and subjugate from death and pain/ then it happened, Joels dad came out from the bedroom/ smeared in his mother’s blood, and Joel went runnin/ he found the spot, grabbed the gun, came up behind his dad/ din’t hesitate to pull the fuckin trigger, then suddenly it was done/ the days passed, Joel 17 and livin lower class with his mom/ barely gettin through highschool, cuz drugs were stealin all the fun/ already barely summin up the cash for rent/ Joel’s past thoughts just weren’t able to repent/ but it wasn’t to much longer, with the days growin thin/ livin in the projects, Joel’s life soon coming to it’s end/ there was this night, Joel was rockin at this party/ smokin pot, and doin the drugs, and fuckin all the hotties/ it was when, he brought this one bitch to bed/ not knowing his life would end, gunshot to the head/ Joel fucked the wrong girl, for it was one of a friend/ peaked and pissed, he ended Joel’s shit in blood red/ Hook: [Gene Pool] the sorrow the pain, the anguish and the insane/ feelings of afriad, where bravery is tamed/ these are the stories of old, so listen close/ Grow on knowledge to avoid death so cold/ [Yaz] the 5orrow the pain, the hate the 5train lifez not alwayz the 5ame az the frame theirz a diffrent 5tory, no matter how it'z told but theze be the 5toriez... the 5toriez of the old Verse #2: (written by Yaz) yo gene, did i eva tell you bout my boi trey/ how he made him5elf framed an took hiz life away/ if only he wouda known thingz would get better/ iz not hiz fault that both hiz parenz left ea¢h otha/ hiz motha waz only 14 wenever 5he brought him here/ put him info5ter kare, an let 5umone ele5 fear/ an with a tear, the la5t word Trey ever 5aid/ yaz u 5ee ma mom, tell her 5hez fuken dead/ an he left, an il never let go, il remini5/ bout the horrid thingz he u5ed ta 5ay, an hiz bli55/ i wi5h, he wouda ju5t, wen't on with all of thyz/ but he fuked all that an grabbed ma gat 5hot an mi55ed/ toll me ta bak away, i takled him ta the ground/ an with a load 5ound, Treyz pal5e kod not be found/ gue55, thaz how it goez, but damn i mi55 ma ni¢¢a/ An if i kould ¢hange time, i wouda loked da trigger/ Hook: [Gene Pool] the sorrow the pain, the anguish and the insane/ feelings of afriad, where bravery is tamed/ these are the stories of old, so listen close/ Grow on knowledge to avoid death so cold/ [Yaz] the 5orrow the pain, the hate the 5train lifez not alwayz the 5ame az the frame theirz a diffrent 5tory, no matter how it'z told but theze be the 5toriez... the 5toriez of the old Verse #3: (written by Gene Pool) yo Yaz, that’s some wacked shit, but wait till I tell ya about this one chick/ that I used to know, hooked on smack, crack and heavily into the blow/ she used ta take, her bathroom stall breaks, to chase a taste/ to snort a line, come to class feelin like she strapped by the binds/ of time, and her mind compressed, by these mathematical crimes/ she strives in life, hittin the books with good grades/ or that’s what her parents say, but plz don’t play/ cuz the truth is sealed, and unrevealed, listen to your daughter/ cuz none of u’s ever cared to learn about the way she feels/ so Sarah, depressed, sick of livin with the shit her parents complex/ always tellin her what classes to take, what career they want her to partake/ but they don’t see how much hate, is built inside, Sarah always tryin to escape/ so she resorted to drugs, always attending every class high as fuck/ ready to bust, then one day, she awoke in an ambulance not in a bus/ she quickly came to realize, with the rest of her that was still sane/ she was over dosing, on her chronic overuse of cocaine, a damn shame/ cuz the young beautiful Sarah, 17 years of age/ never got to see the light of day, from her resting place/ Hook: [Gene Pool] the sorrow the pain, the anguish and the insane/ feelings of afriad, where bravery is tamed/ these are the stories of old, so listen close/ Grow on knowledge to avoid death so cold/ [Yaz] the 5orrow the pain, the hate the 5train lifez not alwayz the 5ame az the frame theirz a diffrent 5tory, no matter how it'z told but theze be the 5toriez... the 5toriez of the old Verse #4: (written by Yaz) now let me tell you anouther 5tory bout thyz gurl i u5ta no/ grown up a kloned life but iz not like 5he would know/ at age thirteen her daddy fuken raped her a55/ 5he would go ta 5kool, an 5kip every kla55/ 5hed never la5t, her emotionz juzz 5taked higher an higher/ gettin the be5t of her, boiz would alwayz tri her/ ravin an rantin bout how they got a pea¢e of the hoerid bea5t/ the one who liked to fea5t, on kok, but naw that all 5toped/ after the 5ui¢ed attept, everyone waz 5hoked/ they all thought, an looked at the girl they thought they knew/ 5he toll her frienz iz ju5t the flue, but then it all kame out an blew/ 5hed never eat, 5hed never 5leep, 5he waz afraid of gettin beat/ the only thing 5he kould turn to waz guiden¢e on the 5treet/ and she started her new karreer, bustin her knees for green/ lettin her emotionz get the be5t of her They be te5tin her/ lettin all the guyz get in her pantz by impre55in her/ 5he wazen happy but it waz payin the billz/ of her knew life, 5till one thing waz not fulfilled/ then one day 5he wen't bak home an pu5hed her dad out the window 5eal/ ju5t ta let him feel,All the pain he brought hiz lil daughter/ an after all waz done, 5he left him in a 5laughter/ it waz alterd, 5he kut him up from hiz head to the tip of hiz toe/ thinken of all the pain that her fauther let her know/ not ta bother with kleanin up or all that 5hyt/ Walked by her dad with hiz adamz apple 5lit/ "Wat a prik" az 5he Went on her way home/ got in5ide of her apartment an heard the phone, 5he 5toped ta prond/ afraid of whatz on the other end/ 5he piked it up, hung it up, an went to 5pend the night at her friend/ thyz time it waz frantik, their waz no po55ible kluez/ an the girl we all loved, 5he hung her nek ina noo5e/ let loo5e an let her feet dangle, 5he 5trangled/ I gue55 itz true, life getz rough aroun the anglez/ Hook: (x4) [Gene Pool] the sorrow the pain, the anguish and the insane/ feelings of afriad, where bravery is tamed/ these are the stories of old, so listen close/ Grow on knowledge to avoid death so cold/ [Yaz] the 5orrow the pain, the hate the 5train lifez not alwayz the 5ame az the frame theirz a diffrent 5tory, no matter how it'z told but theze be the 5toriez... the 5toriez of the old
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