Bio (lyrics)


It isn't meant

To dissident

Or miss events

That I didn't get

Into yet

Uninvited

To the whole array

Incidental enticement 

That is "...to say"

Brother why is it cool

To have your wedding

To make me a fool

I'm not on the list

But my son is the groomsman?!

Ain't that some SHIT

So you fucked me five ways

Cause I dissed on your trauma

That I had to be displaced

From your Mama and your Papa

Trouble you were told

Was always to come from me

So quit with the fake shit

Like I abused my family

I wasn't allowed at Christmas 

Since before the year 2000

I was shut out, called out

And made a dissed lout not even 

A shout out

Even the cops were called in

To beat me to Hell 

And try and lock me up

To keep me in the jail

You've never been my siblings

Just so both of you know

Just because your Mom likes to 

Gift things to me

Doesn't make it so

Hold on a sec

Let me put a hook in this track


*Family aren't always there

For some it is never

So you better beware

You may think that you're clever

Just because you're of my blood

Doesn't make you my family

Just because you hate me

Enough

Doesn't mean that eventually

I won't hit you back 

So don't you hate on me

Whatever the fact

Is


I have got a son

Almost too grown to recognize

I've never been allowed

A sane and sober

Part of his entire life

Cause you were always crying

Foul

Blood not family

That I was not sane or sober

Until eternity

I was kept from my only son

Until he dissed on me

Til finally I said fuck it...

It's fucked 

It's fucking dead

Eventually

Tried all the drugs 

for decades

You had led

Me to

Accused me of doing 

These other ones


*Ones I wasn't using


Weren't a part of my club

So like Nuffy used to say

"If you're accused of it

If your penalty is got

Then why in the ever loving fucking Hell not?"

Make it just that way

If you're already getting fought


To be real straight about this


Don't get caught up

It ain't no joke

 'cause


I went the wrong way

Down a dead end street broke

Found out it's no child's play

And learned real lessons

The hard way 

Dope


...sinned

In the East, in the West and

Even gone South

Caught up and pinned

Even raped and kicked out

On the street day and night

...there getting beat

Almost to death

Without a fight

Almost reaped

What you had sewn

Such a shame

Where is this goin'?

The name of my game is:


*Family aren't always there

For some it is never

So you better beware

You may think that you're clever

Just because you're of my blood

Doesn't make you my family

Just because you hate me

Enough

Doesn't mean eventually

I won't hit you back 

So don't you hate on me

Whatever the fact

Is



Those days are long gone

And you're still there 

a singing

Your song

That I'm 'probly off on a tare

Your perpetual tune

Bring Brooks to a ruin

You'll "be there?" when 

I do

Get real

Do the work

"Work on myself"

Pray to your perch

See to myself

As to 

"How you feel..."

But oh ho ho

 not now 

You'll let me know how

And not on "zoom"

Ghosted.

Boasted.

Get lost and get a tune.


Y'all just don't love me 

For

Who I am now


"A father. A husband. A brother, an uncle. A liver, a lover, a creator, one who loves justice."

"A creator of blossoms in my daughter and her childhood, who has both my last names and a father she can because I could."

A real man, and how.


That's how I got out

But "maybe you can soon"

If I can "make it out"

Of the nasty shit

I exhume 

Your SHIT

I never got out of

Near a decade past

Never found a home for my one love

A place it can last

Never able to do

In the last three decades

Gone

Of never seeing you

Like this isn't my song

Maybe you'll get the jist 

Put this one on the list

Of the "stories I like to tell..."

'Bout how my entire family dissed me

To go to fucking Hell

Refused inistently to

List me, or be nice see me or put me

On their membership plan

"Iced to the tee!"

The designated damn gambit ran

And said "you go to Hell"

Hope you die in the sand

Beneath ya

Sounds like

The "starter" run out

On Earth I guess

Down there I'll meet ya'

"Right in mouth!"


But I'm just 

Blessed


Right now learning

About "Who's Who"

Time to stop trying

Cause it sure ain't you


*Family aren't always there

For some it is never

So you better beware

You may think that you're clever

Just because you're of my blood

Doesn't make you my family

Just because you hate me

Enough

Doesn't mean eventually

I won't hit you back 

So don't you hate on me

Whatever the fact

Is


"We all lost."