Verse 1:
Life goes round and round
These roads all lead back into my town
No matter where I go or where I roam
I have yet to find a place that isn't home
I didn't have much chance before birth
I tried and tried to unearth a little mirth
With my fetal heroine it shouldn't be tough
Turns out happiness is pretty rough
I had it better than my older brother
He's mentally fucked because of our mother
Sometimes I go crazy cause my mama hates me
All the weed and whiskey don't satiate me
What's worse is how little it hurt
When I saw friends taken away in a hearse
I don't know where my emotions went
Probably got evicted, couldn't afford the rent
A lot like me when I try to go straight
Get away from the pain, this lifetime of hate
This empty highway without a gas station
A sadist must've given me animation
2pac said only god can judge me
Fuck that, God never loved me
All I can do is drown these sorrows,
go out and do the same shit tomorrow
Chorus:
Whiskey and a memory
All I've got to sustain me
Light me up another joint
Forget it all, that's the point
Smoke a cigarette and drop a pill
My head's racin' try to make it still
Another shot of 151 and maybe it will
Funny it's that memory I'm tryin to kill
Verse 2:
For a while I thought my life was on track
Blue skies appeaed from out of the black
On my way to college, left gangs for good
Moved thousands of miles, to get back to my hood
No matter where I go i'm still the same
I can change my face but can't change my brain
Even wit' blue skies it started to rain
I tell god to fuck off as I slip down the drain
I'm goin insane and I can't maintain
this pace of self-destruction
in this race for a little nothin'
Moved to an island to escape from it all
That's when it came time to prepare for a fall
They say it gets worse before it gets better
But blood flows the same, it don't get wetter
The blood mix with mud as it falls down my face
bullets and blood are cheese in this rat race
Destiny is bullshit that I can't buy
Yet I can't escape it I can't lie
Every time things look enhanced
I start doing the steps to the same dance
Took the wrong exit on the proverbial interstate
My car stalled and at this rate
I'llnever reach my goals and aspirations
I could have been helpful, taught a whole nation
Instead the sheep live in fear
and I just drown in my whiskey and beer
Chorus:
Whiskey and a memory
All I've got to sustain me
Light me up another joint
Forget it all, that's the point
Smoke a cigarette and drop a pill
My head's racin' try to make it still
Another shot of 151 and maybe it will
Funny it's that memory I'm tryin to kill
that memory,
that memory,
Yeah, that
Whiskey and a memory
All I've got to sustain me
Light me up another joint
Forget it all, that's the point
Smoke a cigarette and drop a pill
My head's racin' try to make it still
Another shot of 151 and maybe it will
Funny it's that memory I'm tryin to kill
Author notes
I wanted to say I'm sorry for your friend. I can understand the feeling. Everytime I try to leave criminal life behind, life just seems to do everything it can to make me miserable. I can't escape anything. I've given up hope as well. In fact, I was going to put a third, mildly uplifting verse on this song, but I'd be a hypocrite and I can't do it. I guess I'll just go and drink.
Peace,
B.
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Many learn from their mistakes, yet others take a longer time and make the same mistakes many time without being able to change. Liked the rhyme, rhythm and flow of these lines; easy to read and understand what you are saying here.
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In a way I do the same. I try to make life better for myself, but in the end I make the same damn mistakes. Good write, excellent rhthym and flow.
-Chloe
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Shades of the damn good moanin' blues and the phrase I've been down so long it looks like up to me. Very melodramtic write if there's truth here.
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This one I can understand , in a way I can relate , I cop out from to time things come full circle back in my face and most of the time I pick the same way to handle it , I am not totally stuck in a vice so to speak but definitely a rut sometimes sorry for goin on this is what welled up very good and understood
Anya
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This has an awsome flow, and wonderful descriptions. I can really relate to alot of it, taking on problems of a different kind is my escape as well, and it ends about the same. The line about not hurting when your friend died really struck me, been in the same kind of situation myself, and contradiction in the chorus is perfection, a very honest way to explain drinking.
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A harsh write that brings rhe reality home of a messed up childhood, Ros
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damn!!! holy shit!!! wow!!! it literally drug me into it. wow what a great write!!!
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wow, thanks for the comments. Thanks for the applause as well. I'll be sure to read some of yours.
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There's something about this piece... It reminds me of days gone by and the chemical cure-all's I've embraced to cover the things that just can't be forgotten.
"No matter where I go i'm still the same
I can change my face but can't change my brain"
That's good stuff, man... True words.
I like the hard flow of this piece. It's got an edge to it, and really kept my interest throughout.
Glad I found this one. Thanks for sharing it.
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Now there's a good country song for ya! Although it would be great in another genre as well.
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"No matter where I go or where I roam
I have yet to find a place that isn't home"
I like those lines.. They sound kind of positive, despite the feeling of despair that coats the rest of the poem.
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Never mind... I guess it did end up on this page. This computer is fuckin' with me...
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Thanks. I'm glad you took it in a positive light. For me it's a little more negative. In the eneral scheme I meant that everywhere I go I fall back into the same shit. It's all just home.
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