SB Retro: FeelinDaHigh by SilencioBarnes

Rap and Hip Hop Music by SilencioBarnes – unsorted and various

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” —

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

And the fucked up part is you see and you know

At the age of understanding but too young to know hope

 

My little brother’s hungry – mommy smoked the cash flow

I was the oldest so I ain’t get no hand me down clothes

No need to ask who’s to blame, I just widened my scope

You see, things will never change they evolve and we cope

 

 

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

 

 

This is knowledge from the dome to the pen

Let the words represent all the hurt that’s within

All the joys, all the pain, all the vodka and gin

All the dro, all the haze, all the madness and sin

 

All the good, all the bad, auto focus the lens

And you can see all the sad, all the hopeless visions

All the Newport bucks filtered through my system

All the change that I had through my growing wisdom

 

Life is vicious; this insight might paint the picture

The road to wealth is paved with the bodies of the victims

It’s a sickness, the last witness bodied in the prison

The last vision written on the canvas with precision

 

The caption underneath it says that “this is what was hidden

In the thoughts and words and deeds of the artist that is spitting”

So listen to him please cause he’s shouting for attention

Understandings what he needs of his life as it’s written

 

 

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