Behind the Music

I was five years old when my mama died All of the hospice and the service left me

traumatized

Had to burn the wound shut, talking Cauterize He couldn't hide it, there was pain in my

father's eyes Lost himself and custody, now he got a ride

Gave me birds as guardians, they was on the fly

Learned to stand up for myself, I never got a lie

If I ever called on God, I must have pocket dialed

Bounced around the family, then a foster child

Hard knock life; the way I acted wasn't dramatized

Took the hard way, I ain't follow signs Wrong path paved for me, walk along to find

I'm on borrowed time Realized I couldn't call it mine

So I had to make the best of what was given till they call it

I watched it all align, what you call God, I call design

I kept it all in mind

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music

The plot thickened, got locked up, I was not trippin

Just some kids without direction, I got lost with em

Family hardly come around, like I'm not member

I bet when in conversation, I am not mentioned

If I was, there was negative connotations Laced with allegations, character assassination

Should I mention, I was only a kid Between 12 and 14, doing the shit that I did

Still, they put the blame on me Was a victim of abuse, still the shame on me

Instead of pray for, they would pray on me

Make me the object of all the hate they bring

How could I learn to love when I was taught to hate

I couldn't learn an action they ain't demonstrate

It wasn't till the music and me starting to use it

That I learned to say that I felt this way

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music

It's the music

This is behind the music