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Statues

from Shaving the Sheep by Ngajuana

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He’s a troubled youth, living in the States during W’s,
Regime, he lives with his brother and his mother too,
Father died in Iraq, benefits are running out,
His mother has to find a man, to help her figure something out,
He feels betrayed, daddy’s barely fresh in the ground,
And his moms, is already running around,
She’s slumming, slipping, stumbling, trippin
Bitching, crumbling, crying, dying, tricking, tumbling,
all cause she hates her life, misses her husband,
loves nothing like she loved him, she never could,
she wishes she could be like the girl in ghost,
one last time, one more night holding him close,
but he’s gone, so her tears pour, it tears her apart,
she’s scared of the light and terrified of the dark,
with the pain in her heart, she’s left here alone,
slowly she’s changing, changing to stone.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.

He’s watching her go downhill, from bad to worse,
It hurts, it’s the worst thing that he ever endured, for sure,
His little brother and he, watched his mother, deplete,
Til she shattered, into millions of pieces,
Every-time she gets battered he gets madder, and it’s tragic,
but he doesn’t seem to matter, at all, since he packed a baby rattle,
not sure if it’s nature versus nurture, but he’s matured,
suffice it to say that he has suffered, enough for,
a lifetime times nine, he hangs by a thread,
dreaming of a different life, wishing he was dead,
he sees nothing else ahead, but misery and anguish,
cause pain is his pen, and despair is his language,
twisting and turning, midair as he strangles,
with no air, he says one prayer as he dangles,
his brother walks in, sees his loved one hanging,
and snaps, someone’s gonna pay for his anger.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.

He’d seen too much for his fifteen years,
Couldn’t look at his mother, couldn’t look in a mirror,
His reflection reflected a neglected son,
Who had no peers, friendless, he respected none,
With his brother’s last breath, went his hope for future,
his grades declined, and his mom’s man’s abusive,
the walls are tumbling down, he can’t prove it,
when he accuses her boyfriend, he looks stupid,
with nothing to lose, he decided to move,
but the boyfriend, wouldn’t let him do what he had to do,
argument ensues, kid pulls a two-two,
pumps, blasts holes in him big enough to see through,
now his mom’s screaming, sitting on the kitchen floor bleeding,
she got hit, and now she’s losing all of her feeling,
she was paralyzed, making her a paradigm of bad luck,
he wasn’t scared to die, but terrified of where he’d wind up.

Are we mice or are we really men,
Are we demons, are we heaven sent,
Will we move how we need to, to reach the plateau,
Or stand still like statues, stand still like statues.

credits

from Shaving the Sheep, released July 1, 2008
Lyrics: Ngajuana
Instrumental: Rugged One

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A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. ... more

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