Rising Up

• Written by  • Featuring Prod_By_Dassi and Marcus

SlayRage's Notes

Inspired by a true story.
Conscious song highlighting issues like domestic violence.
Special s/o to my boy Harry with helping with this alot.
Hope u enjoy.

//Marcus
Again intoxicated I come home and started swinging
Boxing like I’m trying to drive your momma out the ring and I go
Twelve rounds at the bar another twelve rounds at the house
When my knuckles got too swollen I was holding up the belt
I said it’d make you tougher but the pain ain't helping you
I’m beating on myself and the problem’s I see myself in you
You cry out for help but ain’t no other man home
I gave you a hand but that same hand was closed
Two landed blows an uppercut and a jab
Then you grabbed a knife but can’t justify cutting dad
I can barely stand up I’m crashing and tipping over
You can barely imagine a life with a dad who’s sober
One that don’t disgust you maybe one that loves you
The one you got don’t and the reason why’s because you
Reflecting my appearance and my spirit as well
And I regret giving you birth you’re the living mirror of hell
 
//Hook Joy2D
Two doors down where I'm living
Ain't no love, no fun, no forgiveness
Although I'm strong my fight's not finished
One fist up that's pride and punishment
That's Rising Up
 
//SlayRage
Sporadical addict, addicted to pain and the needles
Every word out of your mouth, are fucking words of a demon
I really can't believe that I used to be backing you
But after you got the sentence of 5 and got back I knew
The real you, could be back, you got the chance, so what you do?
You got around the booze again back in the fuckin news again,
You were supposed to be a role model, damn man, I'm losin it.
I'm not the alcoholic that you used to be
It's crazy how my little sister never knew the diabolic that we used to see
And not like my mom who you used to beat,
I treat her with respect
Just like how I treat every woman that I see
You never gave a fuck I'm guessin
I'm confessing, it was never pleasant havin you
Grabbin her hair, stabin and slappin her face
We were the talk of fuckin Flatbush Avenue
I heard the news, but I just lit up a spliff
Cuz to be honest, the day you passed I thought God gave us a gift
 
 
//hook Joy2D
Two doors down where I'm living
Ain't no love, no fun, no forgiveness
Although I'm strong my fight's not finished
One fist up that's pride and punishment
That's Rising Up

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