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prophet the wave god - autobiography lyrics

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see normally i wouldn’t speak upon my life like this
but i guess that it’s necessary cause i write like this
i hope after this verse your pain is healed like vicodins
that means i hope you see it better like an eye clinic

born in october 6, inside of a hospital room
said this newborn will be a legend and i’m living proof
had debris to get through, made sure i won’t grow up a fool
i grew up round the bock never grew up near cash or pools

my moms and pops divorced i barely even saw my father
my mother had 3 sons and dad already had a daughter
but times was rough and life was tough without no bucks i had no place to run you write your story i ain’t wanna be an author

and every time i went down to my fathers house and left he told me just to tell my mother that he loves her and he’s sorry
and all i wanted was to live to see my parents talking
my biggest fear was to see my own father in a coffin

loved him to death and some years later bro i’m in my room
and momma sobbin moms was crying in the living room
she called me in she talking tense i don’t know what to do
she couldn’t keep her breathe she said i have to talk to you

im tearing up i’m shaking up don’t know what’s going on
her tears fell down her cheek and i could tell that somethings wrong
she couldn’t lie she looking down my eyes she say she’s sorry honey but son the hospital called and said your fathers gone

and everybody crying, screaming, couldn’t cool me down
but they said god done took him i’m yelling back pull him down
and i was only seven with a parent in the clouds
moms couldn’t take it pack your bags now son we moving now

we around oakland moms started to be an alcoholic
i’m coming home from school and she slumping like she exhausted
she drinking just to numb her pain she drinking just to stop it
we get evicted and bro that’s it we moving to stockton

it’s me my mom and my bro we staying up in apartments
the only way to keep my mind of my father was drawing
i used to cope with pain by ill-strating colors comics
my moms was broke as h-ll and she started selling narcotics

my gpa was ds and fs i couldn’t ease my head i’m still in shock feel trauma with all these effects that’s in my head
i couldn’t rest on any bed i couldn’t p-ss a test
and our income was so low it felt like we in debt

i had to bus to school and bro it wasn’t nothing new
came from the struggle dude where everybody hustles to
i’m stressing feeling depression way before middle school
mom couldn’t lose another life that was my principle

eviction notice on our doors and we back where we started
i found a new place in the cuts we got our bags and hauled it
i can’t ever forget my mothers smile when she got it
we still in stockton and we still living in broke apartments

after the summer it was august it was 8 or sum
we leaving for vacation felt like it’s a break or sum
she tryna make us happy for this momma saved her bucks
i’m tryna shake her up to leave she wasn’t waking up

im tryna tell her to get up and it’s around 9
and then i shook her and she still didn’t open her eyes
i’m like she prolly tired, she didn’t get some sleep last night
she wasn’t breathing, lips were blue and her arms felt like ice

i’m thinking jesus christ god please just do not take my momma
she not responding wake my brother up to call the cops and
i’m doing cpr it’s very hard cause that’s my momma
and she not moving it took a minute for the cops to pop up

i left my house im praying to just about any god
my brother calling fam to tell em what happened to moms
i couldn’t lose my moms bro i already lost my pops
some minutes later and the cops tell me my mothers gone

i’m breaking down, i lost my moms and i’m just feeling pain
i lost my mind, felt suicide wanted to blow my brains
and this is the second parent i’d have to be in a grave
worst part about it my parents ain’t see me walk the stage

and at the age of thirteen i’m crying in mommas service
cause i was hurting and forever i will feel that burden
i moved back with my grandma i’m going to middle school
and at this time i started music i was lyrical

seen my own momma with a black eye seen her go to jail and
the life i’m living wasn’t chosen but it’s feeling h-llish
and if i wanna slit my throat know it’s not cause i’m selfish my father was gone was 7 i wanna meet him in heaven

one month into the new school i already started dating
we off and on for awful months but i still called her baby
but then it’s crazy cause i hated dating let it phase me
11 months in and we broke up bro my heart was aching

and at this point i’m just a freshman up in san leandro
i started learning music interested in pianos
my grades was slipping cause cl-sses is what i couldn’t handle
i never told my story when they ask i change the channel

now as a soph0m-re in high school i made a music group
invented bbe and now i’m paid to spit the truth
and i’m dropping song after song while i’m just with my crew
and some was fake not saying names but if you fit the shoe

and one year later i’m a junior still feeling depression
traumatic past and love combines to be a lethal weapon
so many people broke my heart but to me it’s a lesson
was left on read was left for dead i’ll still wait on your message

and now i’m making music if you asking it’s my p-ssion
i could be p-ssing ratchets i could be unpacking bags and
i could be capping factions or i could be bout that action
instead i just bottle all my emotions with my rappin

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