CunninLynguists - Missing Children Lyrics
f/ Braille* send corrections to the typist[Intro]On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3)Ha Braille, a little louder[Braille]My last breath echoes through your oxygen suppyYou not find, I've never been, who I claimYou can't tame the lion when it breaks out of it's cageOnce it breaks out, all over my facePut your breaks on stop the motionRobotic movements, rusted by the rain of my FatherSplashin' water out of gatesFlood to the surface of my lyrical percentageVerbally aggressive, abusive attendanceUnexplained anger slaps my style senselessHow dare I mention mistakes and intentionsAnother, star in my collectionThe stars I've collected, fell from the skyI keep fallin', who let my hopes rise?No parrish ? to provide safety take meAway from this shallow tide, from the shallow mindsThe walls keep closin' in, I've opened every doorThe hinges just always squeak (aaah)I need to loosen up, put it all behind meAnd if you're searchin' lost is where you'll find me[Deacon the Villian]October 27th 1995The say I found out my sister was no longer aliveNow, I'm the oldest siblingwith her no longer living on this say dayDecided to give up my bad waysAnd to be a model for my younger sisterWasn't the dumbest ____But my education was just car heists, burglury, urban liqourThe sort of fingers being curved on triggersAnd I knew for certain if I continuedLiving life all simpleJail would be the only institution I'd be able to get intoSo I laced by bootsHit the books, flip from crookHopped over my obstacles like rocks skipped on brooksMusic became my medicationMotivation for meditationFar better than any perscription my man was makin'Sometimes my head be shakin'Wondering how my life would beIf things never changed, then she could be beside meBut I disreguard the hypotheticsWon't let stress slice my lettuceTheoreticaly, she just moved on ahead of meSo my life's patterned across the same finsh lineLive right any part of me that's insane is put to rhymeOccassionally flames took to pineSometimes looked for wineWhen I'm in bines I grab the Holy Book to findA Revelation to raise me out of this metal messAnd remember my life being blessedIsn't coincidentalnessA simple test we face daily can drive us crazyMissing Children the confused adults lostin' hopeA noose from rope can dead itBut I won't let it take over meGot somebody on my soul's shoulder lookin' over me
