Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kid Named Michael, artist - Anilyst. Album song Syllable Sliding 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Kid Named Michael |
Imma need your undivided attention |
Your full undivided attention |
Alright? |
Yeah |
He was just a kid named Michael |
Who one night was lifted off a high dose |
Drifted off the side road |
Car spinning, started screaming with his eyes closed |
Slammed in a benz by a light pole |
Found with his skin feeling ice cold |
Took a big risk downing all that Nyquil |
Last words were «I think I’m missing my pulse» |
That’s what the ambulance man said |
After that the kid was tragically pronounced dead |
Feds said that he took a fat amount of meds |
Must of passed out once he bled |
With no chance to recover |
Imagine all the pain that his family had suffered |
His mother, fainted when she actually discovered |
That her son has become another casualty among us |
Like a clip to her chest |
She’d rather be dead than to live with this stress |
Cause now every minute in her head will be filled with regrets |
Cause she knew that her kid had been livin' depressed |
Ain’t spoke in a month |
She admits she wasn’t vocal enough |
Now her soul feels like it’s fuckin' road kill, crushed |
And it won’t heal much |
Every morning she’s mourning till dusk |
People try to help but she won’t seem to budge |
Hopeless no feeling is lonely as such |
Still don’t believe that she won’t feel his touch |
But it wasn’t all her fault though |
His pops stayed buzzed watching car shows |
And cared more for a box full of Marlboro’s |
Than his son livin' with his heart broke |
At nine years old only |
Times at home made him feel like life was so phony |
So one day riding bicycles he told me |
«These psychos don’t know me» |
See Michael was my homie |
Like a younger brodie |
By the way he had an idol named Tony |
An uncle who would like to stay zoning |
Off of anything that could get his fuckin' mind straight floating |
One night he forgot the Nyquil bottle by the microwave |
So Michael took it right away homie |
So he, could try it like it’s codeine |
Instead he took a vital drank and OD’d |
Right before he went and stole the keys |
Pulled out the driveway high going full speed |
Wants to hit the highway but there’s no need |
Slammed sideways right beside a pole and an oak tree |
So I’m asking you to listen |
To what can happen from a lack of supervision |
If his parents did better with their mission |
I bet it would have led into preventing the collision |
Instead it went different |
Now regrets leave them mentally imprisoned |
Not a set free condition |
As long as all the memories are with them |
They gon' keep, reminiscing, cause they hella miss him |
Gave him money but they should have paid him some attention |
To maybe help aid him with depression |
I bet he could have made some progression |
Mental illness is a real thing |
And though it’s not physical you will still feel pain |
Like a still flame sitting on your lil' brain |
Burning through you till your days start to feel drained |
I mean it this is serious |
Believe me if you’re curious |
I speak from experience |
I guess that’s the reason I seem so mysterious |
I had to tell the story |
In hopes to prevent an accident like my boy’s |
Preaching it with passion in my voice |
Think about your actions we all have a choice |
Whether you are young or you’re grown |
When times get tougher than stone |
Just know you’ll survive cause your strong |
But never leave your loved ones alone |