Raisi K. - November 12, 1994 lyrics

November 12, 1994 A soon to be mother pushing out a baby boy The father by her side he's giving her support But she struggling Should've known this would be hard its her first born The sky dreary raindrops falling all around The doctor opens his mouth "One good push and your son is out." The mother gives a final push like racing to the finish line Then dead silence Then you faintly hear a cry The mother holds the baby boy The sky starts to clear up The sun shines down Mother and father both tear up "Welcome to this world my child" Is what they both would say "Have you thought of a name yet?" "Yes little Demontae" The child opens his pretty brown eyes and his parents look The father looks down on his son and his brain is shook He's headed to basic soon so he can take care of them Responsibilities he ain't ever ran away from them The mother worked too to ensure that his life was right Grandmother would babysit he became a prince overnight Spoiled rotten but he learned the value of hard work Got love from his family and returned it even when it was him that they had hurt Growing up he learned the world isn't a nice place Bullies everywhere he went tried to ruin his nice face But he was nice with space Give him a little and he'd fight back Swinging punches that he had to learn from his nice dad But he wasn't good so he had to take his beatings And over time he could feel something hot inside him breeding Till one day he had enough After five years of the hazing He snapped in his cla** his friends saw that he was raging He would stand up finally prove he was man And wouldn't tolerate this bull anymore he took his stand Gained respect school wide moved and made some new friends And let his anger subside till '09 when his best friend died His grandmother The one who gave him the nickname prince Taken away so soon his anger flared yet again Anyone who tried to test him could easily get it He didn't care Honestly he was scared and wouldn't admit It was his friend gone so soon How could he live without Contemplating the thought of suicide then doubted seeing her In the next Till one day he couldn't take it The first time The .25 Clicked seven times Somehow he'd make God was telling him: "No it's not your time to disappear You still got little brothers that look up to you there Keep writing those lyrics in your head and do not play around And if anyone steps to you go ahead and slaughter them clowns." He took it all as a sign so channeled his rage Into the pen on the pad as he scribbled each page Song after song he wrote for one hit six miss Developed a craft In the lab until he spit like this Going fast or slowing down it's whatever he's feeling Feed off emotion from a beat till he's coasting on writtens Seven years she's been gone twenty two after nine four He's becoming a man now he's some punk little boy He's grown into his own with a mind so nice Heart angelic with thought processes that cut like knives In his home he's been grown like a lab test tube Waiting to be unleashed like biochemicals do Fayettenam on his left Rock City his right He'll carry both on his back like atlas Holding the weight of the world till his spine just snaps The cause of his own evil setting up for brighter futures Welcome the Nephilim I am the one who introduced you Even with all of this light he has a bit of darkness The equivalent of Sora when he became a heartless A shadow of his former self his rage doesn't have a cap He's quiet about but his mom knows one day he will snap The only thing that was his cage was his first friend so dear But since she's gone he spends a lot of time living in fear That one day he will flip And cause apocalyptic damage But he fights it He's ripping at the seams he cannot even stand it He's grown to a fine young man with a dark side hidden But if you test him he's activating his devil trigger To murk you with a strap, sword, shield, mace in his backpack November 12, 1994 no sending him back Gone