Charles Hamilton - Barbara Walters lyrics

I'm Mr misunderstood the kid from the hood
Is one that will take all the
Lessons you get from the hood
And spit until you listen
This when you could
Consider one of the niggas
Not blinded by color
Dark clouds and silver lines
Are why the sky is covered
With the words that I utter
You see my name more than ever
That's called a brain storm
Born in Cleveland to a lawyer
And a writer, a boy in the mist of fire
The noise was just the lighter
Charles Sr beat my mother's ass
In front of me
Didn't even matter if she had some company
I grew to be my own man
But my dad is under me
Reminded her too much of him
And she'd spaz and come at me
Everytime she get mad, she wanna beef
I had an attitude i'm back up on the streets
Talise and Mr only-You-Because-Of-Me
I need to speak to grieve to reach my peace

Late at night i'm alive
Dream about my thoughts of yesterday
Scream about my thoughts of yesterday
I wish I could talk to yesterday
And tell my story i'm ready to tell my story
Call Barbara Walters
I'm ready to tell my story
I'm ready to tell my story

On it for awhile i kept waitin for a way to
Escape from my child molestation
But, I ain't a victim no
I'm a living spokesperson for someone who
Learn to live and cope with
The old shit, I've been exposed to
Turn to blunts
Get high and won't return for months
The weed led to E e is Ecstacy
Felt like I lost my drive
My speed was left on E so I turned to Speed
Meth & C- o-K-E
So please, don't, okay me keep it real
Cause high, I can see through the fake
Had a broken nose
Blood wouldn't bleed from my face
I need to escape
Went to needle's a diesel to
Leave from this place
Sobered up to see my dreams were true
That's why I believe this is fake
Can't erase what I put myself through
So let me help you

Late at night i'm alive
Dream about my thoughts of yesterday
Scream about my thoughts of yesterday
I wish I could talk to yesterday
And tell my story i'm ready to tell my story
Call Barbara Walters
I'm ready to tell my story
I'm ready to tell my story

HcHo was like my nigga and my father
Right there for me when
These niggas didn't bother
Jackin off to Lacey when
These bitches didn't holler
And went back to her
When all these women didn't swallow
Girls wanna diss me hoes say they miss me
Knowin that I could be goin
Into history for ill flowin'
It don't even make sense to me
The cameras, the press
No it don't mean shit to me
50 said, "Charles cop a Sonic chain"
I said, "No" cause homie this is not a game
I'm a lost traveler but the best bar battler
Charles bar for bar, Attica
I had enough of the music that doesn't arrest
Yes, with the music I am fucking obsessed
Blessed foolish to fuck with the vets
Said, but tell me who can
Really fuck with the best
And the best got next

Late at night i'm alive
Dream about my thoughts of yesterday
Scream about my thoughts of yesterday
I wish I could talk to yesterday
And tell my story i'm ready to tell my story
Call Barbara Walters
I'm ready to tell my story
I'm ready to tell my story