Missing Children - CunninLynguists, Braille

On my way to find myself again

I have come a long, long ways from home to see

Ha, Braille, a little louder

My last breath echoes through your oxygen supply

You’re not fond I’ve never been who I claim

You can’t tame the lion once it breaks out the cage

Once it breaks out, all over my face

Put your brakes on, stop the motion

Robotic movement, rusted by the rain of my father

Two sided, two names

Splashin' water retaliates

Flood to the surface of my lyrical percentage

Verbally aggressive, abusive attendance

Unexplained anger slaps my style senseless

How dare I mention mistakes and intentions?

Another star in my collection

The stars I’ve collected fell from the sky

I keep fallin', who let my hopes rise?

No parachute to provide safety, take me

Away from this shallow tide, from the shallow minds

The walls keep closin' in, I’ve opened every door

The hinges just always squeak

I need to loosen up, put it all behind me

And if you’re searchin', lost is where you’ll find me

October 27th, 1995

The day I found out my sister was no longer alive

Now I’m the oldest sibling

With her no longer living on this sad day

Decided to give up the bad ways

And to be a model for my younger sister

Wasn’t the dumbest (___)

But my education was just car heists, burglury, urban liqour

The sort of fingers being curved on triggers

And I knew for certain, if I continued, living life all simple

Jail would be the only institution I’d be able to get into

So I laced by boots

Hit the books, flip from crook

Hopped over my obstacles like rocks skipped on brooks

Music became my medication

Motivation for meditation

Far better than any perscription my man was makin'

Sometimes my head be shakin'

Wondering how my life would be

If things never changed, then she could be beside me

But I discard the hypothetics

Won’t let stress slice my lettuce

Theoreticaly, she just moved on ahead of me

So now my life’s patterned across the same finsh line

Live right any part of me, that’s insane is put to rhyme

Occassionally flames took to pine

Sometimes looked for wine

When I’m in binds I grab the Holy Book to find

A revelation to raise me out of this mental mess

And remember my life being blessed

Isn’t coincidentalness

A simple test we face daily can drive us crazy

Missing Children, the confused adults loosin' hope

A noose from rope can dead it

But I won’t let it take over me

Got somebody on my soul’s shoulder lookin' over me