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I'm Mr. Misunderstood The kid from the hood is when that'll take all the lessons you get from the hood And spit until you listen This when you could Consider one of the niggas not blinded by color Dark clouds and silver lines are why the skies covered The word 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, see me beat my mothers ass 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's spazzin, come at me Everytime she get mad, she wanna beef I had an attitude I'm back up on the streets To lease And Mr. Only you because of me I need to speak to grieve To reach my peace Late at night I'm alive Letras de cancionesDream 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 On it for awhile I kept waitin for a way to escape 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 shit, I've been exposed to Turn to blunts Get high and won't return for months The weed led to E E's Ecstacy Felt like I lost my drive My speed was left on E So I turned to speed Meth & C Okay E So please don't okay me Keep it real Cause high, I can see thru the fate Had a broken nose blood wood and bleed from my face I need to escape What a needle's a diesel will 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 thru So let me help you 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 H.O. was like my nigga and my father Right there for me when these niggas didn't bother Jackin off to Lacey when these bitches didn't holler Went rite 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 in the history for I'll-flowin It don't even make sense to me The cameras, the press, no it don't mean shit to me Fifty said Charles cop a? 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 doenst arrest Yes with the music I am fuckin obsessed Blessed Foolish to fuck with the vets Said, but tell me who can really fuck with the best And the best got next 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 From Letras Mania