Section 8 (interlude) Songtext
von Kharii

This is the place where my heart had died
This is the place of some harder times
This is the place I would not advise
Every fool in this place had been traumatized
Now taking it out on somebody′s life
It's a miracle, no charge or fine had crossed the line of homicide
Just a bunch of toxic times
The Section eight apartment kind


This is the place where my mom cut her wrists
Seeing that shit had my stomach in twists
Told her I′d call the police on her quick
She said it's my fault for all of this shit
She hate that her son and her daughter exist
This is the place where my bro hit his girl and police seemed
Like they don't give a fuck the next day he was redeemed
I saw him beat up a girl in her preteens
Fight or flight was in me, see
At first I was deep-freezed
Then ran to the neighbors to plead, please
Call the police, we need some help they said, please breathe
As they proceeded to call the police
And I sat there defeated, misleaded, in big disbelief
And my mom said she loved him regardless of all this
After all, this is all from his father
Who′s locked up in Waltham, Brockton or Boston
To be honest, I forgot where they locked him
Either way, now we stuck with the younger version of him

But it wasn′t all a hundred bad
This is where I fell in love with rap
This is the place I discovered that
If I lock in on this path I could probably grab
A couple plaques and a bunch of cash
And get up out of this house of trash
This is where I wanted to succeed
As bad as I wanna breathe
Discovered Eric Thomas
That's shout out to E.T. You see, he
Was the motivated father to me between
All the moments of pain
He showed me a way to go ′gainst the grain
Even though I'm afraid
Everyone in this home is cold in the veins
Their heart′s stolen away but I chosen a lane
That's in no way the same
Breaking generational trauma I re-coded the game


This is where I wanted to murder my own flesh
This is where I left home to be homeless
This is where the gym became my new home plus
The only place I felt safe enough to condone rest
This is where my soul set on her own quest
They went right, so I chose left
This is where I devoted my own breath to go get the life I desire and own it
Now all of them hours resulted in this album I′m writing for those kids
Who's stuck in a home that is broken

This is the place I attended Gloucester High
With mostly suburban kids with a life that was far from mine
Their soul looked the same but ain't cut inside
They got savings for college and their father′s ties
Plus vacations to Cape Cod in the summertime
Meanwhile I try to hide my heartache and my throbbing mind
Now my mama calling while she cry
You ain′t been back out east in the longest time
Never came back out to Gloucester side
And I wonder why, well no wonder why
How the fuck do you even wonder why?

That was the place where my heart had died
That was the place of some harder times
That was a place I would not advise
Every fool in that place had been traumatized
Now taking it out on somebody's life
It′s a miracle, no charge or fine had crossed the line of homicide
Just a bunch of toxic times
The Section eight apartment kind