D-Sisive - [un]Answered Prayers Lyrics
(Verse)Yo, Truman Capone, committed socialiteSuicide, publishing chapters of answered prayersHe tied his pals to the tracks and wrote about their ugliesDeformities and affairsThey appeared clean shaven of their beardsAnd Truman let them hang, ironicHis only defense was: I’m a writer, what did they expect?Another sick closer to his deathMy daddy was depressed when my mama diedHe couldn’t take a step without fallingI helped him back on his moccasins and often cried*****, I felt betrayed when my father died*****, he needed her like I needed you*****, I needed you like you needed booze*****, no loaded gun nor a swinging nooseCommitted slow suicide sippin juiceDepression and drugs, depression and drugsThe nereth medic sent me to a therapistOne year on a sofa, reliving the dramaThe death of my parents, my sister dramaThen doctor Shields gave me AdavanAnd I started feeling like I could stand againAnd standing made me wanna rap againTwo records deep I was JonesCollege radio once, Juno nominationsPolaris long list, much music rotationCritical acclaim, blogs and articlesWith not one dollar in my mother*****in pocketOften told me you’re only one hit awayBut I feel like I’ve had about 5Radio chose not to biteIt wasn’t meant to be but being slept on made no *****in sense to meI hear them say: if I reach one personThat’s worth more than a million in my safeI respond shut the ***** up with your fairytale bullshitRich people say but I took it back when I saw a photo on FacebookOf a fan with my lyric tatted on his skinI was speechless, that’s foreverI may feel alone but I’m always with himThey tell me I helped him out the hell holeAnd kept the blade from the wrist veinWhen all I did was write a song in my basement apartmentTryna kill the pain (Jones)Maybe I’ll never have a number one recordMaybe I’ll never make the cover of ExclaimMaybe I’ll never rock a soldout massy hall in front of youScreaming my nameMaybe I’ll never rap in ParisLondon, England, New York or JapanThen again maybe I willIf I live to see tomorrowToday I said in the New Jersey dinnerWith all of you eating onion ringsListening to a song on the jukeboxDon’t stop believing
