http://soundcloud.com/silenciobarnes/sb-retro-feelindahigh

Another old track. This song is a little more personal than my usual rap music fare. I've had it floating around for a while along with others. This one is called FeelinDaHigh or Feeling the High depending on how I'm feeling :) A previous fan of this song (in the past) told me he didn't like this version because I cleaned it up too much. His reasoning was that I washed out too much of the pain that was in the original track by doing that. I think his nostalgia is just talking. I'll add the original to this post when I find it. I'll let you decide (yes...all 2.6 of you:)

The beat is from an instrumental album of french beats I found a long time ago. I never heard the original song before. It heavily samples Sister Sledge's song "Next Time You'll Know" --

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XklpK6jnFnk

See a live version here
I be, feeling the high when I drift through the skies

You can see the pain drip from my eyes

When the thing blows – everything turns black and he dies

A bitter life, on track to deprive, I pray mommy survives

 

Through the glass dick her past is revived

No childhood, a child with a child tween her thighs

She was only fifteen; my pops stepped on the scene

A hustler you can tell by his lean

 

He was only seventeen tryna get in some jeans

I lust for all the bread, all the cheese in-between

Pardon me but I’m getting too deep

I try to hold back the tears but I come from the streets

 

Where the gutter nightmares rock you gently to sleep

Although the hurting's on the surface, try to keep it discreet

This is real life; guns, bitches, drama and beef

Desert birds, hawks, llamas and thieves - roll trauma in leaves

 

 

Ain't it fucked up how god be treating niggas?

My whole life was like a bleak December everyday was night that I remember

I spark a blunt and dream of sweeter times but life is bitter

I do my dirt and write my lines and hope that times get better

 

I played my cards and flipped em over but I got the jester

Life is heavy like a mountain death is light as feathers

It’s to the point where niggas sacrifice their fam for cheddar

Never, I’d rather put the gun to my head and dream forever

 

 

A little something about me? Well, I’m kinda different

I grew up watching my moms fixing in the kitchen

I grew up with less than enough to call a pot to piss in

I grew up sitting on Brown’s watching niggas pitching

 

With no one sticking around to help me through my feelings

And these the things you heard about but dog I actually lived it

So I can rap about the conditions my niggas live in

Delivered from my thoughts through these lyrics so you can feel it

 

It’s a shame when you dead broke, the winter is cold

And everybody fient out cause they feel they're alone