I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who
Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. the whole time. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Look at Amber Heard. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. It’s sick.
Prendelo, prendelo
Prendelo, What that mean yo?
It's light it up, got my man Tony Touch on this
We're gonna touch it up like this
I go uh ah, yo yo, Psycho c'mon
I go uh ah off the snare drum
It's Big Psych long time no hear from
Bangin' tracks out so wax out your ear drums
Max out prepare to blackout
Here comes open candela
Once again it's off the cadena
Tell you with confidence, I don't believe in promises
Niggaz slippin' with the dough
So you got's to stay on top of it
If you wanna a lot of it and never be broke
(Be broke)
Get ready for more problems like puffin Tito
(Tito)
Everyone's a gambler, nobody plays fair
You wanna be a stupid player, yeah, yeah
Well you're half way
(C'mon man)
There stupid ass
Prendelo, aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo and to whoever want beef
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what
I go click, click pow off of the snare drum
It's the junkyard nigga, long time no hear from
Headed uptown to cop the finest
Gotta get some first, no matter how long the line is
All my music is timeless
Gotta keep the pretty girls shaking their masses for your highness
Juju, could you buy me a beer
What the fuck's happenin' here, no drinks 'til I'm tappin' the rear
Is there a problem, am I making that clear?
Get the fuck up outta my ear
I ain't buying shit this year
All y'all gold diggas, give it a break
What you need to do is buy my tape
And hear them gems from inside my crate
If you like a niggaz style that's great
But please forget about my cake bitch
Aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what, prendelo
Who's up next to bat
Llego El Caballo, Tony joda
It goes uh ah off the snare drum
Tony Toca long time no hear from
So wake up and smell the bustelo and say hello
To this fly fellow word to my abuelo
Prendelo whether you're a friend or foe
Entiendelo kid I got the endless flow
I made money off the books but I spent it though
Still running with these quirks wearin' expensive clothes
The triflest talking about light the splift
Everybody in the room, swingin' right to left
It ain't a Tribe Called Quest, it's Psycho Les
Tone Touch Big Ju getting you hype to death
Hype as fuck talking about light it up
Shorty gave me no play is she a dyke or what?
I don't like to walk fast man I like to strut
Man I'm done here, another one bites the nuts, kid
What now? what? What?
You tricked me, that's right, we tricked you
You tricked me, what you thought
You tricked me
You knew I was on to you, how?
Ha, ha, don't make me laugh
The Beatnuts, you tricked me
Tony Toca, El Caballo
Oye
For my nigga Big Pun, prendelo
For my nigga J. B., prendelo
For my nigga Big L, prendelo
Keep it movin' Beanuts nigga
Party up in here, where the strippers at?
Prendelo, What that mean yo?
It's light it up, got my man Tony Touch on this
We're gonna touch it up like this
I go uh ah, yo yo, Psycho c'mon
I go uh ah off the snare drum
It's Big Psych long time no hear from
Bangin' tracks out so wax out your ear drums
Max out prepare to blackout
Here comes open candela
Once again it's off the cadena
Tell you with confidence, I don't believe in promises
Niggaz slippin' with the dough
So you got's to stay on top of it
If you wanna a lot of it and never be broke
(Be broke)
Get ready for more problems like puffin Tito
(Tito)
Everyone's a gambler, nobody plays fair
You wanna be a stupid player, yeah, yeah
Well you're half way
(C'mon man)
There stupid ass
Prendelo, aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo and to whoever want beef
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what
I go click, click pow off of the snare drum
It's the junkyard nigga, long time no hear from
Headed uptown to cop the finest
Gotta get some first, no matter how long the line is
All my music is timeless
Gotta keep the pretty girls shaking their masses for your highness
Juju, could you buy me a beer
What the fuck's happenin' here, no drinks 'til I'm tappin' the rear
Is there a problem, am I making that clear?
Get the fuck up outta my ear
I ain't buying shit this year
All y'all gold diggas, give it a break
What you need to do is buy my tape
And hear them gems from inside my crate
If you like a niggaz style that's great
But please forget about my cake bitch
Aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what, prendelo
Who's up next to bat
Llego El Caballo, Tony joda
It goes uh ah off the snare drum
Tony Toca long time no hear from
So wake up and smell the bustelo and say hello
To this fly fellow word to my abuelo
Prendelo whether you're a friend or foe
Entiendelo kid I got the endless flow
I made money off the books but I spent it though
Still running with these quirks wearin' expensive clothes
The triflest talking about light the splift
Everybody in the room, swingin' right to left
It ain't a Tribe Called Quest, it's Psycho Les
Tone Touch Big Ju getting you hype to death
Hype as fuck talking about light it up
Shorty gave me no play is she a dyke or what?
I don't like to walk fast man I like to strut
Man I'm done here, another one bites the nuts, kid
What now? what? What?
You tricked me, that's right, we tricked you
You tricked me, what you thought
You tricked me
You knew I was on to you, how?
Ha, ha, don't make me laugh
The Beatnuts, you tricked me
Tony Toca, El Caballo
Oye
For my nigga Big Pun, prendelo
For my nigga J. B., prendelo
For my nigga Big L, prendelo
Keep it movin' Beanuts nigga
Party up in here, where the strippers at?
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