Miguelito Lyrics

It starts in black

Pan the cam a bit back

Blinding light

A child is born to this world

With a fight

Miguelito

Ojos claro y mulatico

Convulsing siezures

Cause his mother is hooked on perico

Awarded this fate

To be a ward of the state

Group homes and police

Could never replace all the hate

Childhood is a dream

In this nightmare

Moms crying again

Can't find a man that'll care

October 27th, 2005

Was the last day that he felt alive

Those times when the sun still shone

Roses would grow

He didn't care if his daddy was gone

No time for the phone

Going to shows, powdered his nose

Smoking bones on the low

211s funding the freak show

Just a wayward teen

Very little means

So his dreams were

Clouded by schemes

Really just lost in a scene

It's was the music

Belonging with friends

The only thing to keep my dog

From ripping his hair at its ends

Looking back it all seems like a front

Playing shows and getting drunk

Abusing substance every

First of the month

So that was his plot

Falling into this lot

Homie or opp?

It's hard to tell when you're under the rock

Dime nickel, nickel and dime

He lost his mind

Counting the leeches

He would wine and dine

Friends turn to foes

Hoe suck for blow

Bloody knucks

From punching walls

Over dirty sluts

But Miguelito was strong

Keep pushing on

Before long he found a girl

He was proud with on his arm

Feels like so long since he was blessed by a smile

Heart broken in two

Mended by this woman he admired

New job, new clothes, no drugs

Or gold

Swept under rugs we hold

To guard our souls from this world

Getting sober

Cycles appear like they're over

This girl is loyal

Buy the seeds only as good as the soil

Another relapse

Bags that she packed

Tried to block the door

She struggles so faces get smacked

It's worse than before

She's screaming "no more"

Barley grabbed the phone

Before getting choked by the cord

Battery was the charge

Light considering the thought

His ex would be forever scarred

After her abuser was caught

Now he's drifting

Silhouettes with the faces missing

Clouded by visions

Of the women who left him

Friends have abandoned

Feeling helpless and stranded

Turning to methods

Inside of a psyche that's branded

Madness dwelling in these patterns

It's was a Sunday when he took his life

No gun, so a knife was the bullet that he chose to bite

And there he lay

Blood staining the alleyway

Give it a day

And the memory fades away