Charles Hamilton - Barbara Walters lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm Mr. Misunderstood The kid from the hood, is one that will take all the lessons you get from the hood And spit until you listen This when you could Consider one of the n***as not blinded by color Dark clouds and silver lines, are why the sky is covered With the words 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 Sr. beat my mother's a** 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'd spaz and come at me Everytime she get mad, she wanna beef I had an attitude I'm back up on the streets Talise and Mr. Only-You-Because-Of-Me I need to speak to grieve To reach my peace [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] On it for awhile I kept waitin for a way to escape from 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 sh**, I've been exposed to Turn to blunts Get high and won't return for months The weed led to E E is Ecstacy Felt like I lost my drive My speed was left on E So I turned to Speed Meth & C- O-K-E So please don't, okay me Keep it real Cause high, I can see through the fake Had a broken nose, blood wouldn't bleed from my face I need to escape Went to needle's a diesel to 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 through So let me help you [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] HcHo was like my n***a and my father Right there for me when these n***as didn't bother Jackin off to Lacey when these b**hes didn't holler And went 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 into history for ill flowin' It don't even make sense to me The cameras, the press, no it don't mean sh** to me 50 said, "Charles cop a Sonic chain" 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 doesn't arrest Yes, with the music I am f**ing obsessed Blessed Foolish to f** with the vets Said, but tell me who can really f** with the best And the best got next [Hook] 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