Shattrholik

Shattrholik

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Rap - Hip Hop | Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia
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Song Description

real life, struggle

Story Behind the Song

life growing up where im from

Broadjam Member Reviews

Good lyrical content, great message in the song. We need more conscious lyrics like these.

    - Shawn McKenzie - Broadjam Pro Reviewer
Lyrics

shattrholik - no comment

(verse1)

i guess that its time to spill the beans
not much difference to what vie seen, and a movie scene
its hard to separate reality from my dreams
straight jacket of bad memories suffering me
if bad lucks a drug you can label me a fiend
lock the door on past experience throw away the key
try to turn over a new leaf, rains pouring
every leaf is a new beginning, its falling off the tree so it must be autumn
caught up in the web like a spider man villain
i am fed up, i have no feelings, call me anistedic
don't let up when you fall, girl you better get up or
get stood on like the floor, youre mistaken for a door mat
all that happiness that you showing is just covering
up those two black eyes your makeup couldn't disguise that
ones for talking back the other is for trying to fight back
excuses don't get your pride back
i know its hard but removing yourself from that relationship
perfect chest move to get your life back
marinating in a positive environment is a dream
your on the waiting list, right at the back of the line
behind that is a beautiful creature stuck in her shell
camouflaging bruises through beautiful fairytails
stuck at the cross road every step you took has failed
the road to suicide is looking very parallel
eyes giving false detail, but the cuts on your wrist tell a different novel
follow the dirt road to shit, follow the yellow brick road to piss
swallow the truth, may as welll get a shovel to dig your grave
your scars will never fade the truth is exposed
revealing a sour look like lemon
its danger, to her well being, if her and her partner separate
wish i could help i hate

(hook)

telling my life story aint something im used to
sharing those happy memories won't cure the pain
and erase the blame i put on my shoulders
your 21 questions are pulling me under
the answers won't heal my heart
they will only make me suffer
no no no no no comment

(verse 2)

some things are best kept a secret
for a good reason just incase the truths watered down
eat away at your mind when you keep it to yourself
beware, silence can be deadly, can you hear me now
i have witnessed eight year olds get black eyes from parents
broken hands from an evil step dad with hammers
people stabbed because of the colour shirt theyre wearing
kids bullied at school parents not even caring
girls embarrased for getting her first period
scared to tell her mother, because everyone knows she chased the dragon
spending her benefit money on liquor and drugs
at school i split my lunch with her so she wouldn't starve
told me that she lost her virginity at age 11
to her 42 year old uncle at a family reunion
i knew a boy who had one set of clothes for two years
gave him some of my own, told my mother they were stolen
i never had much either my mother sacrificed a lot
just to put a big smile on me and my sister
her ex put a machete around her throat
and she begged for her life so that she could see us grow
don't believe me ask her, the truths getting told
quit nagging me for my life to be exposed
i love to leave the past in the past, if you ask one more time
i'll reply with my foot on your ass

(hook)

telling my life story aint something im used to
sharing those happy memories won't cure the pain
and erase the blame i put on my shoulders
your 21 questions are pulling me under
the answers won't heal my heart
they will only make me suffer
no no no no no comment

31/01/13

Song Length
3:54
Genre
Rap - Hip Hop
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Depressing

Subject Matter
Poverty, Life


Language
English
Era
1990 - 1999

Lyric Credits BLAKE CLEVELAND NGARUTAI
Music Credits BLAKE CLEVELAND NGARUTAI
Producer Credits Pretty Major
Performance Credits Shattrholik