ELZhi - Scattered Pictures lyrics
[ELZhi - Scattered Pictures lyrics]
I'd like to have you sit back
For just a little while
I want to tell you my story, my life story
And I'm sure, some where along the line
That you will find comfort, joy and peace
Just like I did
Would you go with me for just a few moments
Back to my childhood
Vowed to never look twice in my book of life
I'm on Chapter 20
Turning my pages backwards really show
How far I've come
Just a young buck itching to buzz
The womb is the gun
Moms pushed me out her chamber
The doc caught a hots one
She must've threw them headphones over
Her full blown stomach
Turning my cocoon radioactive transforming
Within a woman
My life begun it, skip to chapter two
And see a picture of my father running
My 2nd birthday he never bothered coming
But broke his neck to come through
My mom's crib to come through
My mom's ribs and within nine
Months I came to
He created a splitting image in
More ways than one
And the face of his baby son and
Through our door ways to run
How could you retreat on a part of you
That comes out of your own needs?
So when that ngga let my mom
Suffer for 5 long weeks
Met my old dude and gave him a chance
I was still young watching cartoons
Playing with toys and staining my pants
Step Daddy psssst please, it feels like blood
The same type of needle takes from
You and fills right up
Our bond became strong as teflon
Moms stress gone
She pressed on like a piece of
Vinyl recording the best song
Speaking of songs when the speakers were
On and connected to the stereo
She would play a lot of old school records
Music plays a big part
And it would stay that way
Til I'm old and gray
And until things get dark
Kind of how my future look
Hate to use the book of my past
Wishing that I could forget the page
That I was on last
Bringing the storm back to
My spiritual garden
I know rain equals growth
But even the earth couldn't survive
40 times in a row
But, it's my life I can't lose the page
So let's see daddy leaves and
Then this music thing
Oh here we go, Moms threw vinyl on the stereo
Pumping the sweet tunes
She would sing lullabies to help
Me close my eyes
And the wee hours of the night
They finally got married
Their wedding vows they recite
Kissed the bride
To my Pops was like a kiss of life
A true and living resurrection
'Til the rain came harder it's an erection
You see they just married
And they was talking about
Below and it clicked
She tried to cock back and squeeze
But it jammed, she miscarried
Now this very situation happened later
On in the chapter her insides
She's torn from the baby gone in the after
Now you can take that both ways
My auntie dies
Proven in beat that we don't stay
And they keep telling me that it's gon' be ok
But it transformed for lies
On top of that this young cat
Gets weaker in the eyes
And even through the bad times
Music was always there for me
Me with a pen and a loose leaf
Equals one big orgy cumming with it
My feelings inside become a sentence
Snatching thoughts from a black cloud
That hung in distance and got good at it
Just a skinny black kid with
Thick glasses and book baggage
And a torn jacket but looking back
I can hear them cracking jokes again
It's hard to see the future
With a scratched lense and broken frame
For just a little while
I want to tell you my story, my life story
And I'm sure, some where along the line
That you will find comfort, joy and peace
Just like I did
Would you go with me for just a few moments
Back to my childhood
Vowed to never look twice in my book of life
I'm on Chapter 20
Turning my pages backwards really show
How far I've come
Just a young buck itching to buzz
The womb is the gun
Moms pushed me out her chamber
The doc caught a hots one
She must've threw them headphones over
Her full blown stomach
Turning my cocoon radioactive transforming
Within a woman
My life begun it, skip to chapter two
And see a picture of my father running
My 2nd birthday he never bothered coming
But broke his neck to come through
My mom's crib to come through
My mom's ribs and within nine
Months I came to
He created a splitting image in
More ways than one
And the face of his baby son and
Through our door ways to run
How could you retreat on a part of you
That comes out of your own needs?
So when that ngga let my mom
Suffer for 5 long weeks
Met my old dude and gave him a chance
I was still young watching cartoons
Playing with toys and staining my pants
Step Daddy psssst please, it feels like blood
The same type of needle takes from
You and fills right up
Our bond became strong as teflon
Moms stress gone
She pressed on like a piece of
Vinyl recording the best song
Speaking of songs when the speakers were
On and connected to the stereo
She would play a lot of old school records
Music plays a big part
And it would stay that way
Til I'm old and gray
And until things get dark
Kind of how my future look
Hate to use the book of my past
Wishing that I could forget the page
That I was on last
Bringing the storm back to
My spiritual garden
I know rain equals growth
But even the earth couldn't survive
40 times in a row
But, it's my life I can't lose the page
So let's see daddy leaves and
Then this music thing
Oh here we go, Moms threw vinyl on the stereo
Pumping the sweet tunes
She would sing lullabies to help
Me close my eyes
And the wee hours of the night
They finally got married
Their wedding vows they recite
Kissed the bride
To my Pops was like a kiss of life
A true and living resurrection
'Til the rain came harder it's an erection
You see they just married
And they was talking about
Below and it clicked
She tried to cock back and squeeze
But it jammed, she miscarried
Now this very situation happened later
On in the chapter her insides
She's torn from the baby gone in the after
Now you can take that both ways
My auntie dies
Proven in beat that we don't stay
And they keep telling me that it's gon' be ok
But it transformed for lies
On top of that this young cat
Gets weaker in the eyes
And even through the bad times
Music was always there for me
Me with a pen and a loose leaf
Equals one big orgy cumming with it
My feelings inside become a sentence
Snatching thoughts from a black cloud
That hung in distance and got good at it
Just a skinny black kid with
Thick glasses and book baggage
And a torn jacket but looking back
I can hear them cracking jokes again
It's hard to see the future
With a scratched lense and broken frame