CHARLES HAMILTON

CHARLES HAMILTON - Barbara Walters lyrics

rate me

I'm Mr. Misunderstood

The kid from the hood is when that'll 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 skies covered

The word 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, see me beat my mothers 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's spazzin, come at me

Everytime she get mad, she wanna beef

I had an attitude

I'm back up on the streets

To lease

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 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's Ecstacy

Felt like I lost my drive

My speed was left on E

So I turned to speed

Meth & C

Okay E

So please don't okay me

Keep it real

Cause high, I can see thru the fate

Had a broken nose blood wood and bleed from my face

I need to escape

What a needle's a diesel will 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 thru

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

H.O. 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

Went rite 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 in the history for I'll-flowin

It don't even make sense to me

The cameras, the press, no it don't mean shit to me

Fifty said Charles cop a?

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 doenst arrest

Yes with the music I am fuckin 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

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