They Ran a Train on Me

The ultimate betrayal became my addiction

I can't believe him, he was suppose to be my bestfriend

Didn't know, underlying first intentions,

comprehension...camouflaged by his swagger,

could bring forth, tears, joy and my laughter

But he ain't tell me this is where it would stop,

Led me on to believe that he would take me to the top

But I was just another trick, used only for my handgrip

Fed me blank lines to reel me in by fingertips

 

"Make a wish...dream big" that's what he told me

"I'll make you a star" the line that he sold me

I made a vow that I would give my whole me

In return, he said "please just hold me"

Naive, I bleieved, that he was speaking the truth

And held on, so I could achieve reaching the booth

Didn't think twice, that he might have been a gimmick

Plotting from the start, it was never a true friendship

 

And I opened up, man, I gave him my all

With each verse he said that he'd catch me if I ever fall

And we had a ball... I thought this was the beginning

But in his mind, he already knew how this was ending

Used, abused, he left me abandoned

I saw my dreams crash like a plane never landed

And now I'm addictied, a fiend, even though I know it,

Top of my dreams? Naw, man, we ain't never going

 

But he steadily reels me in for a quick hit,

Just to see the ink drip, then left with no tip,

I'm ripped, in half, at least that's how it feels

Can't get him outta my system, he wanna make a deal?

Naw homie, you can't be real

We can't chill....cause you steal

Believing in my dreams, that what's he took

Then he passed me on to his friend the notebook

 

And the notebook passed me on to his friend the mic

Who pimped me out harder and forced me to write...

Even more... then I ever did before

Now a fiend for all three, tricked out like a w***e

Dang, this was all for my dreams to gain

Forget the record label chain, I realized they had ran a train

 

Yup, the pen, the notebook and their friend the mic

Knew my weakness for ink and blank pages at night

Knew my weakness for belief and faith so I would still try,

They would still lie, false promises, it ain't right

But now I'm an addict, so all I can do IS write

 

Author's Note

No - no one has ever ran a train on me...but it sure felt like the pen, notebook and mic did during one of my battles and bouts of almost giving up.

Reviews

[Lia]

this is a really great piece. I like how you changed it up at the end, really good! Well done xx