My Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Duration

4:43

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

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Lyrics

Started 12/23/14 12:08 A.M. – Boulevard of Broken Dreams Why don’t you listen, while I take you on a trip through these harpsichord stolen beats? Light up a blunt, and travel through a vocal time line of Mark’s spoken teens And sit back while I take you on a journey down a boulevard of broken dreams Let’s start at fourteen, where I started drinking and sparking up trees Right around the time I lost a scholarship and my dream to play hockey But that didn’t stop me, should have traded in the booze for coffee But didn’t, I was too cocky, I just got high and drank the Best from Milwaukee My grades were slipping, my sports I was quitting, and my personality was drifting Stop this living? You have to be kidding, look at all these girls I’ve been killing Mark is a villain, I love sinning, and I’ll do anything that is forbidden Had multiple spots in my room where all these vices were hidden Fifteen and sixteen is when my will became weak and my drinks became stronger Right around the time I met my best friend Keith and this other kid named Conner Three twisted kids whose mission was to have our livers be conquered Every Friday and Saturday night this pact would be honored With our reputation people gave us two years before we’d be goners I was always drunk so each relationship I had with a girl was always squandered Seventeen is when I started doing pills and my weekends became longer So I’m the only one to blame for awakening this monster! Don’t even know if I’ll make it into a good university Wasn’t just me, that statement was agreed upon universally My parents were oblivious, my lifestyle to them was inadvertently Blew a couple Perc 30s on my mom’s one year sober anniversary Right there lies my dream of being at peace internally, Next to the one that I would never have to see the infirmary Over dosed, now I’m on my way to the emergency Another dream broken, too blind to see what was really hurting me Eighteen was a hell of year (COCAINEEEEEEE) Man that shit was blowing up like propane Gave me chest pain, but I didn’t complain Had me feeling like I was the highest on the food chain It all started when weed wasn’t the strong high that I desired Bumped some shit that someone told me was fire Never in my life, have I been so much higher Getting into trouble, didn’t care about my priors More power running through me than a million watt wire Starting to be known as the kid who would drain the drug supplier And that moment right there is where losing all my self-control transpired Nineteen marks a broken dream where I lost my will to live After finding out that I had a one year old kid Had a mental break down to the thought of being a dad after all the evil things I did Was going to drop out of school because this child can’t have another father living off the grid Which was what I was going to do, until I found out something chilling This sick and twisted bitch was only kidding Now I’m doubling the intake of my sipping 40 shots a day was the norm for my drinking Here lies my dream of being sane, because this day all my sanity was ridden Now all my screws are missing, and her ditch is what I’m digging Oh man time to go down the golden years of being twenty Where my soul resembled my bottles at the end of the night, both being empty And you shouldn’t tempt me, like you’re going to beat me in a boozing frenzy My experience is plenty, my tolerance has seen the investment of every last one of my pennies Fast forwarded to the summer and I’m months behind on my sleep Because I choose to get black out every night of the working week Mom found me unconscious on the ground, not being able to breathe Lying next to my dying body was one of her broken dreams I’ve managed to rip apart a good life right down the middle into two infernal seams She sent me to recovery in hopes of silencing my internal screams Clean for 3 weeks, attending A.A., and every day was a good day But with one drink, everything I worked for, I just threw away Now I’m twenty-one, and don’t stop drinking until I see the Sun Long ago lies the moment where this was still fun Drunk behind the wheel, and the forest is where my car spun Got a dose of reality realizing what all this has done And lost the dream of being a good child when my parents tell me they don’t have a son My worst fears have begun Luckily the only thing I lost was my dream when I hit those trees I could be in jail up for a manslaughter felony Should have listened to what they were telling me And I could be singing a different melody After seeing all the evils that drugs and booze can do Got clean for a while during the summer, now I’m twenty-two But couldn’t help but cope with a drink to subside all my self-rue You think that would be the last thing I would do, given all this shit I been through But it isn’t, let’s face it, I’m roped in sadness And the only way I know to stop it, is to soak my palate Mentally hooked on substances, is the way of an addict And my only hope for survival is to kick the habit I’ve been inching my way lately towards this golden feat Haven’t had a drink in twelve token weeks Hope you enjoyed my words on this stolen beat And the trip down my boulevard of broken dreams Finished 12/25/14 6:23 A.M.