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Frozen Moment
Rundown neighborhood, lawn remains uncut and the door is ajar
Appearence is dirty, windows are broken and the stench is bizarre
Inside lies a home dictated by narcotics and class A drug abuse
The owners say they're addicted but thats no reasonable excuse
Everything bought is with money from benefit and unemployment aid
The child put's on a brave face, thats nothing more than a masquerade
Poor, miserable child tries to help but is only greeted with hostility
How can we ignore "loving" parents abusing their own responsibilities?
Inside the suffering child is attempting masking the suffering and pain
Starving, facing malnutrition because food is replaced with crack cocaine
Within could be the promising talent that could lead to great success
Yet the attitude of his unreliable guardians is destined to supress
Disgraced by his father who thinks its reasonable to beat on his wife
Ignoring the screams he remains ignorant to the effects of his strife
And he had to break himself, free from staring into all this
He nudged his toys away, he swung one of his clenched fists
His fist met the mirror, and finally as a token,
He saw myself as he always did before, just simply broken,
He pieces together the shards of the mirror, broken, left in ruin
But all he sees is a grotesque face with braces freshly screwed in
An acned teen, face red and uncleaned, a vile visual preception
He never forgets a face, this time I'll be glad to make an exception
A twitching eye, an atrocious nose left leaning leftwards protruding
A disturbing sight as he looks at the lips chapped and rawly chewed in
He softly mutters, "I am not ugly", a common denial still in youth
But we all know a lie told enough becomes and turns into the truth
As flies fly rompant around the putrid air that his body embraces
A flea flicks off his sebaceous hair into some wax his ear encases
Tears stream down his ill-favored face, as he yearns for some affection
But he can't fufill his desire because he's the one looking at his reflection
The child is gone now, his past rarely talked about, quirkly disturbed
If we could relive his youth, no contest to what he would of preferred
Instead of the childhood that remained painful and incomplete
The broken home only wishes for a life free of misery and deceit
Years Later You Would Notice
The porch creaks, as the fence whistles through the air
Leads us to the closed door, locked with the nights terror
A fire is started inside, carpet slowly burns and decays
And a miniature earthquake trembles where the family portriat lays
Pictures are painted, rainbows brushed against the wall
House miraculously standing, really it's meant to fall
As the windows open time to time...
...the breeze refreshes the homes dusty smell
And the grandfather clock stands broken in the corner
When will it get back to work? Only the hands of time can tell
The corridor lies open, tempting you to sneak in
Nails form more puddles, than the sink does from it's leaking
A tricycle moves across the lawn, ghosts ride it for a blast
Family album burns, because hell is the families past
But the house is still standing, standing strong...
And the memories are still standing, standing strong...
Last edited by Ace Boogie; 07-16-2004 at 07:39 AM.
Reason: Due to the extension I just added the rest of my verse thought 9V wasn't showing
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07-12-2004, 12:40 AM
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