Eric "Ricky" Pariseau - Chains (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro: Gr34t White & Kendrick Lamar] NO MORE SILENCE TILL MY BROTHAZ IS FREE YOU CAN'T FREE YA HOMIES UNTIL YOU FREE YOSELF WORD TO MY MAMA ni**a! [Verse 1] I woke up thinkin' of moments I never spoke of, like George being coked up Screamin' in my house, I'm dreamin' that I get out, was stripped down By social services, shaking, feeling my nervousness, y'all never heard this mess Hall full of broken pictures, from the mister, of the ******** family Threw out the man in me, duked out my insanity on an alcoholic Who'd win? you call it, Me? Nah, it was win free like Oprah Mama got in the drama, Her heart cut like DAMA's Experiment, experience is what I got this why I'm a fiery prince Head shredded like lettuce and cabbage, thrown around like baggage in my house Poppin' a p**y in the mouth, after that night saw my life on the line Like it on a tight rope, lookin' down smites hope, being kicked out, being kicked down Had Rosco with me trollin' Costco and hittin' pot bro, Also Ky until he had to die God stole a loved one, took his wand and clubbed, son My mind's a dubbed one, being brainwashed to pretend my pain's squashed Fake smile has been my style since day one of this vile pig sty bro And now I tap in for some recappin' and rappin' bout what's happenin' Like whatchu know bout bein' 16 holdin' two M-16s while walkin' streets To mug people for food money to feed your honey and daughter Cause you became a brand new father In 20 years, hopefully the world will appear to be a better place and a better nation Instead of teaching that gays and lesbians are adjacent and wrong, sinners are Everywhere like beginners, even I was a beginner to somethin', it's called gunnin' But that's why I lost one friend, can't afford to lose another Especially one that's like a brother, and If I go out, tell my girl I love her I haven't gone out from suicide's havoc, I've lived to tell the tail of how I stabbed sh** This time the world stabs it Seein' people stretch non fantastic news like elastic, I hit my last stick After all it hurt like the past did, so I'd take music and blast it My only oulet when I doubt sh** in life and the reaper has his scythe Then time freezes I try pick up the pieces Of my grandfather, decisions? after his suicide mission My brain went into submission, never got to meet him, so I'm wishin' One day I could fly high up into the sky and talk even if it's a vision For a split second even if it gets recked and by something stupid Just one small lucid picture, God, please produce it Speaking of God, it's odd how I grew up with no religion Yet, ninety-nine percent of persons in my family are Christian No matter, I still pray for answers and for my friend I lost to cancer He was a proud lancer, but gone in thin air, blurs are all I see But I don't care cause I'm Ricky P, Isn't that how it's supposed to be? The man that sags like Madonna And does what he wants to, and always tokes the ganja Wanna escape but I'm locked to these chains Confined in my mind and there's no way to explain In pain and that's cause my psyche screams in vain Pity, despair untamed in the air, it's all one game Until you hear the shackles and chains come to give you rust stains… [Outro] Sometimes ya gotta work on yaself before ya work on helpin others, ya gotta get ya mental straight before you can get the strength to tear through them bars holding you back, bend that sh** like you the Hulk and walk out to freedom hearing your family screaming: WE WON'T STOP TILL OUR BROTHAZ IS FREED!