The Story Goes On

His father died, never knew him to shield him from the rain
 Starting shooting heroin at fourteen to numb the pain
 Track marks similar to tattoos
 Tell the story of a sad fool
 Tragic monologue of a man
 Who became a victim of half-truths and whispered secrets
 His own inner-demons, syringes and lesions
 Crack pipes and binges for weekends
 Led to benders and blackouts that last for seasons
 For no apparent reasons, never had children
 He was a child in a man's body
 Found joy in the thrill of the streets and crack parties
 Robbing drug dealers, selling dope, selling soap
 Locked in the belly of the beast where the felons roam
 Gift of gab, quick-witted with the clever soul
 Couldn't keep him from catching a buck-fifty in his dome
 Matter fact, more like 250, too shifty
 His name was Howie but on Rikers Island he was just
 Time and time again as I pick up the pen
 As my thoughts emerge these are those words
 I glance at the paper to know what's going on
 Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
 A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
 Loose all L juice, snooze all hell loose
 State of the slums, kill four, play the drums
 Fake ones, they're coarse with smiles and snake tongues
 Fuck the clan it with coke man
 I stand by my own
 All by myself grown up but fuck you I'm abandoned, disowned
 I'm alive and thrivin, drivin like a bandit wit gold
 You ain't got no balls so you don't understand it at all
 I'm America's nightmare, I'm a werewolf with soul
 I'm unbearable with no fam I'm just terrible yo
 I have hate in my heart so when I tear a new hole
 In all your dreams and ideals, momma where would you go?
 Watched my father betray me baby watched Erica go
 That's interference, I just wanted Terrence to grow
 Steering clear of all these voices I can hear in my skull
 Here in my head, surrounded by these spirits is dead
 Who are you to trust and who I am to judge it?
 This is do-or-die, suicide on a budget
 You can hate or love it but I put it on my motherfucking mother
 That I came out and I ain't going back to the gutter
 Time and time again as I pick up the pen
 As my thoughts emerge these are those words
 I glance at the paper to know what's going on
 Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
 A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
 Loose all L juice, snooze all hell loose
 State of the slums, kill four, play the drums
 Fake ones, they're coarse with smiles and snake tongues
 The story goes on
 The story goes on
 The story goes on
 The story goes on