❤️ My Lyrics - 2015

Ok, for those of you who don’t know, I’ve in the last 5 years, got into spitting.

That’s rapping to hip hop for those who aren’t familiar with the colloquial language.

And, as it happens. I’m not too bad.

Obviously I’m better when I can prepare my lyrics, but  I can freestyle too.

Here’s my lyrics to Eminem’s Mocking Bird. A song which sends stabbing pain through my heart because I wish my daddy still loved me.

‘I know you miss your mum,

And I know you miss your dad,

But they’ve gone, and so has the family you once had.

They can see you cry

And get high

Their solution was to lie

You will never have the truth

Even though you have bear proof 

Started off kinda small

After you had a fall

But you couldn’t make that change 

Soon became a household name 

Sold your soul

To the Sun

To the press 

No longer do you impress 

Now your life is a mess

The solution equals death 

You still hope, you’ll be saved 

You were wrong, drugs you craved

Wanted love, so misbehaved

They got you Sectioned

Still not phased

But now you cannot take much more

You watch them walk, past your door

Looking at their mobile phone

Watching you, sob alone

And you wish they had some shame

Coz they are the cause of your pain

Can’t rewind, but you can change

And be a family once again

I remember back one day when we

We’re in the park

You were there, so was I

But you were acting really dark

So I called out loud your name

But you clearly had no shame

Causing me so damn much pain 

Now you’re doing it again 

I just don’t understand why

I sit here, try not to cry

My solution, to get high

If we speak, then we both lie

I really wish I could understand 

The conclusion to your plan

On my feet I try to stand

You keep hitting, so I land’

My family know this, but should they ever be honest, I’ll sell my house, quit my job and pay for 6 months rehab.

And do it properly.

I’d love my family back.

But I have a feeling, I’ll either commit suicide and my friends will make sure the press get my blog, or I’ll eventually sell my story and go it alone.

Like a optimistic puppy, I still prey and hope they’ll tell the truth.

Deep down, I know their shame and guilt means they won’t.

I miss my mum and dad. From 1981 to 2014.

RIP.

#Itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked