Fa-Q - More Than Untied Cleats (Yahhah Tribute)

[Fa-Q]

Well, as you know Yahhah is one of my best friends...and something happened last year in a football game. He had a late hit by this school that were rivals with. He was already playing with injury but he still played, and he spine was fucked up. He was paralized for I think he said 6 hours. And to make it worse the other team mocked him on the field so we ended up fuckin up their bus, but anyway I decided to write about it. Here it is, I hope he doesn't get mad that I posted it...there's a lot of stuff you might not understand

I don't think ever, I've been so fuckin inspired by pain,
Even though spark was hindered, the fire's the same,
Because of the fight for him never has my desire drained,
Is there such a thing as a demon, who doubles as a nice kid,
Gone through hell, he slipped
look what puddles of ice did,
But football was his fix, just needing helmet and an untied cleat,
Practicing on yellow grass, dead, the sun tried to heat,
And all his enemies in his path, they're done, died in defeat,
Red chucks, when switched to cleats, left a path of genocide,
Yah, tell me when your coming, so I know when to hide,
Tell me why your all smiles, as soon as you leave the field,
Injured more than you show, everyday you deceive the healed,
Yah-hah, blood and spirit, in this sport of football,
Body on the line, now I know he's the sort to put all,
And with numerous broken and fractured ribs, and you still played,
Representing your dreamcatcher, the symbol, each quill made,

I know that these cleats mean more,
Whatever I've seen, you've seen more,
Hardship, with a scared lip, your feathers, too hard to clip,
Come on Yah, you've gone too far to slip,

That Sunrise game, shit it left me more than short of breath,
The short of breath, was more than gone, it sort of left,
When I heard, that he could be paralyzed, where he lies,
The glair in eyes, couldn't hide the tears, and pride disappears,
And my legs are working fine, I'm lurking behind,
And everyone collectively that stood in the stands and stare,
I haven't ever seen as many people cross their hands in prayer,
The paramedics, searchin to find, the address, to Saint Joseph,
Even though I know good and well, it aint the closest,
And I drove halfway up to the hospital, it turned around,
Tires spinning so fast, the hot rubber burned ground,
And I meet my cross roads, the train tracks is blocked,
Am I really gonna waste my time, my practiced talk
And at the cross roads, I've met a mental block,
Cause I know I can't go in there with a sentimental talk,
A little bit of clown died inside that day, I tried to say,
That I prayed to the Lord, but I couldn't even think straight,
Keep messing up, each time starting with a blank slate,

I know that these cleats mean more,
Whatever I've seen, you've seen more,
Hardship, with a scared lip, your feathers, too hard to clip,
Come on Yah, you've gone too far to slip,

I'm gonna thank God, I have a brother, the grateful way,
And so I thank God he wasn't lost that fateful day,
And I learned that friday night, that even the most invincible,
Even the indestructable, shiver and wince when cold,
Now those frozen tears, in remembrance are intertwined,
Fuck Sunrise, give them the cold shoulder, this winter's mine,
Their nothing but past to me, a splinter in mind,
They running scared, since they bent yer' spine,
Knowing you're coming back for more than blood,
You'd leave 'em in coffins, have them stored in mud,
Mud from their field, we can shout, fuck the Buffalos,
We can stuff their pleading, and stuff their woes,
As we tire of them, saying we've had enough of those,
And shove their sad cries, until sunrise, down their throat,
And rip their vocal chords out, so they don't have sound to gloat,
And you can show them your busted spine, is just fine,

[Fa-Q]

Bump

[mcZu]

Like it, deep and personal, yet fresh at the same time. No real complaints, good job.

[X'ed Up]

Deep-ass lyrics not forgetting to be lyrical though. It was a beautiful tribute

Great job

[Fa-Q]

Thanks X'd and Zu...

[dR3]

I like it, it's a hell of a tribute.

Keep it up.

[Fa-Q]

I like it, it's a hell of a tribute.

Keep it up.

Thanks Dr3

[Spyder]

i didnt know u guys knew eachother outside of TR...


but basically agree what was said above, good shit

[Yah-hah]

Danm homie, you already know wat I think about it. Chorus is a dope touch. Appreciate everything on there man seriously bro

[Fa-Q]

Thanks Yah...I started thinking about what happened that night, the other day...shit that was the craziest night...now those mafuckers don't even wanna play us...on their own fuckin field

[Yah-hah]

Thanks Yah...I started thinking about what happened that night, the other day...shit that was the craziest night...now those mafuckers don't even wanna play us...on their own fuckin field

Yeah dude Fuck those cunts