Keep It Real

What I’ve Felt (Tribute to Metallica’s “The Unforgiven”)

Verse 1: “An ignorant girl, robbed of her innocence, revision in her world, and it’s caused by ‘the incident”, danger is imminent, a stranger is immanent, infinite vigilance of an intimate, yet villainous pedophile, leering with a cold smile, she just wants to treated like, she’s a fellow child. But she’s felt too much pain, to stay with the rest. Her father raped her, so she prays that it’s addressed, and told to authorities, so it can lead the way to his arrest. She feels possessed, as he’s sucking on her chest. She feels distressed as he’s fucking both her breasts. But that’s what you get, when you sell your life for drugs and sex. Now she’s addicted to shit, that isn’t a prescription, she thinks it’s the cure to the sickness, and it’s assisting her condition, but she doesn’t know, that it’s corrupting her mind, and destructing her life until the end of the line

Chorus 1: One, seven-seven, zero-one-three, this is the story of never being free, lying on the floor looking back on a shattered dream, she’ll be forgotten when she rots, and they’ll leave her there to bleed. One, seven-seven, zero-one-three, this is the story of never being free. There is no hope of living, no chance for resurgence, because she succumbed to her own emergence.

Verse 2: I’ve seen words heal when weed and speed fell flat, but it still seems unreal, when I can think “I felt that”, by just hearing arranged words, I feel like an uncaged bird, safe from the malaise that I endure, so I don’t covet crack. But she didn’t find the right thing, to end her intense pain, sex just felt so exciting, and by these means she gets paid. But it also leads the way to getting preyed, raped, and splayed, and by the end of her days she’s become a homeless dame. 
She now has dyed hair, but she still cries scared, because changing to her looks is how she disguises fear. She snorts cocaine, and her brain contorts out of shape, but she ignores the pain, as horror courses about her veins. She’s lying in a bathroom, and she’s finding out the sad truth, she never really desired to become a woman and surpass youth. Before death has gotten her, she sees her pregnant body and wonders up a world that’s calmer where’s she with her incoming daughter

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Verse 3: She whispers out her last words, ready for what comes after, she’s accepted these bad terms, about to walk the path of bastards, everyone’s renounced her, it seems like no one’s around her, but by a chance encounter, two samaritans found her. One quickly helped and treated her, freed her from what was beating her, and in a flash, she’s no longer trashed, and the tears have passed. It’s like a work of magic, how he reversed something so tragic, he made the injuries vanish, now it’s her chance to reverse the damage. He saved her life so she can make her wrongs right. He helped her restore light, and she saw hope in her foresights. Years later, she’s in a better condition, raising her daughter right, is now her only given mission. Treating her with love, so there is no repetition, living out what she foresaw in her envision. She’s now using her past to live in a straighter line, and she was given this chance by the hero who saved her life

Chorus 3: Two, six-five, nine-one-eight, this is the story of barely being saved. A heroic act of kindness that almost came too late. A second-chance given that can never be repaid. Two, six-five, nine-one-eight, this is the story of barely being saved. A shot at redemption is now her only purpose, this is the true instance of emergence.

Emergence

I made this song because I am moving, and I felt the need to make this song for all of the people who helped me with anything and everything in my life. I love all of my friends in California and they are my heroes. This will probably be the last song I make or at least the last one for a while, as I have to pack and everything and handle the move. (It's abrupt) To all of my fans, thank you, for every play, every like, everything. I couldn't ask for a better experience when it came to making music.

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“Dear My Heroes”

Verse 1: “I’ve always seem to have a problem with the other sex, they’re so complex and I can never guess what they’re doing next. I don’t know if I’m just a wreck, cuz I’m emotionally dense, or if I still have feelings for the girl that I call my ‘ex’. Every rejection is a reflection of my lack of perfection and direction and my desperate need for correction and connection. This mess springs from my tendencies of aggression, which then feeds from my feelings of affection. But I don’t know if this is love or if it’s simply just obsession. But in this sorrow at the crux, I managed to clutch a lesson. If you just depend on some friends when your relationship ends. They can help you with your head, and make you feel contempt. So I wanna say thanks, to my boys who play pranks, being around you guys is my only safe space. You’ve always helped me preserve, from homework to girls. I would be nothing without you pervs, and for that you deserve the world.”

Verse 2: “When you listen to this song, I want you to close your eyes, and imagine the first moment, your bros were in your life. Maybe it was something small, like bonding over shit you both liked, or something colossal, like stopping you from popping your own life. Whenever I feel low, it always seems like I’m so blind, but when I look around and see my bros, I can finally see from both eyes, these are the guys who’ve been supporting me my whole life, protecting me from my home life, and shining light into my dull mind. Every one of you deserves utmost respect, for always trying to plan shit to make us bros connect, and even in your darkest moments. just know that you’re the best, and don’t let a single person say that you're any less. Life is like a game of chess, if you play the best, it comes easier for you to rest and escape the stress. I don’t wanna leave my nest, but I have to at least try, to find a way to escape from my wellsprings’ crimes.”

Verse 3: “From playing DND, to explaining the BFG, and looking for villages to eradicate with TNT. You guys have been by my side, to brighten up my eyesight, and help me see there is more to the world than what I think in my mind. So it breaks my heart that I’m trying to leave, my home and the boys who helped me rise to my feet. While people say love is endless, it’s not as robust as friendship. Romance can make you jealous but friendship is always selfless, plus with a crush you have to put a ton of effort to impress her, but when it comes to friends, there never is ever pressure. That’s why I’m always gonna battle for the boys, whoever from wherever from Seattle to Troy. A friend taught me to tie my shoes, and friends helped me ignite my fuse, so it’s the least that I can do to say “Thank you” to my group. It was you boys, who taught me how to be a man, and when you he noise in my mind dies, i’m thinking bout ‘When we can meet again’.”

Dear My Heroes

This is the fourth addition to the "Love The Way You Lie" saga. Please listen to the first part by Eminem with Rihanna, the second part by Rihanna with Eminem, and the third part by Skylar Grey before listening to this. All love and respect goes out to the three artists and the three sequential parts before this.

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