Yes, I'm into the wicked shit,
The horocore,
Bitch, I don't wanna hear no more.

We know that the hidden messeages are there,
We know we come from a land afar.
You can think what you want but we know the truth.

I was given my first Bible when I was 9 years old.
Couldn't understand a word of it,
But everyday I read it.

I was never forced to go to Church,
And hear a preacher tell me of His words.
I always had my Granny,
And we read it together.

She got me on the right path,
Because I was headed down the wrong path.
Then He took her away,
I was only in the 7th grade

The last time I read a whole verse
Was the night she was taken away from my world.

I made it thru the 8th grade,
Barely realizing a thing.
I made it to the 9th grade,
Made some new friends,
I was headed down the wrong path once again.

Only this time I didnt have nobody to save me,
I had to deal with it on my own.
And the hardest part is dealing with shit all alone.
She was my saving grace,
My gaurdian angel.
With out her in my life it all seemed like hell.

I had noone left but my Juggalo family,
Some say thats all you need,
But I needed someone to save me.

I wouldn't be into the horocore,
This wicked shit.
I wouldn't be down with the clown,
If he didn't put her in a can.

About 20 times a day I walk past her urn.
It sits on her own little shrine in my Grandma's living room.
I miss her so much,
But everytime I walk past it,
I don't even look her way.

I know people hate me for the way that I am,
I'm a Juggalette and I'm juggalin' two lives.
I got my blood family,
And I got my Juggalo family.
Half the time I can't even tell the difference
between who I wanna be around less.
Half the time I just wanna be by myself.

I wouldn't be into the horocore,
This wicked shit.
I wouldn't be down with the clown.....
If only He didn't take her away.

Everyday when I walk past her urn
all I be thinking about is all the fun
that I be having with my Juggalos.

Every night I try to read my Bible,
The one that she gave me,
But everytime I hold it in my hands,
Tears come to my eyes,
And all my heart wants to do is find her.

I just wanna see her for one last time.
Get to hear her tell me goodbye.
Instead of me only talking to her
while she's laying on her death bed.
Can't even move,
Can't even breathe on her own.

I just wanna hear her voice as sweet as wind chimes,
See the glimer of light in her eyes,
And the sweetness in her smile.

I wouldn't be into the horocore,
This wicked shit.
I wouldn't be down with the clown.........................

07/12/2011

Author's Note: I think this one speaks for itself.

Posted on 07/12/2011
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