![]() ![]() When he’s frustrated, he bites his clenched fist and whimpers over his knuckles until something pleasant diverts his attention, like a cartoon or a snack. His oral expression is limited to grunting when upset and humming when pleased. I promised him this over and over, until he held my hand and nodded and I embraced him, reiterating the same promises in his ear, to no avail. Sometimes, I sat in his room and told him he could talk to me, and I’d never tell our parents what he said. I’d give anything to know exactly what’s on his mind. I’ve longed for my brother to write something down or say anything at all to me. There have been attempts to use devices to help him express himself-machines from school with pictures and phrases that speak what he’d want to say-but he’s rejected them all. ![]() He understands when we speak, and responds with action when asked to do a task. When she revealed herself, the voice abruptly stopped. His elementary school teacher once told us she walked into a seemingly empty classroom, heard someone speaking, and peeked in to see Charles sitting alone. She recalled asking him, “Do you know you’re Charles?” and swore he responded, “I know,” in a low tone, almost a whisper. When Charles was eight years old, his psychiatrist told us he could speak, but chose not to. Our communication is purely body language. Charles has been autistic and nonverbal for our whole lives. As a child, I told kids my brother was shy and spoke a language they didn’t understand. He will never be fully independent, and in a sense, he’ll remain a child for the rest of his life. In the song “Charles,” I sing about how my brother will never “grow old.” He’ll never get married and start a family, he’ll never lose a job, and he’ll never stress about bills. My brother Charles is autistic and has been nonverbal for our whole lives. No condensation round the cup to remind what a summer’s like You and I apart is like a coca-cola with no ice Trippin lately, feeling like my feelings verge on overkill Hardly do I ever lose sight of what is really real Hardly is ever one sided when one has lost a friend Nothing that I said could ever hurt the way you hurt me Running round my head is every word you said Lets get to the issue i dont even eat meat Your mcm a cokehead, drinking miller light Hey ma, im an old head, living a crazy life Older, I know how to prevail when it is crunch timeīolder, I know more of myself, ain't finna fuck around Know enough to know when I fail, it ain’t the last time If I die today, I'll die with pride on and offline If the side is soup, you know I gotta get the wonton I'ma need the splits to hit my BMI right on time Thinking 'bout the only girl I ever see when I ain’t busyīack up like my nigga Juve said for the Nine-Nine įinna call this fuckin A&R for the 9th time Never liked The Strokes but I stroke it like you pet a kitty Now I take a break from the smoke to keep my mind in it Still dear to me acted such an ass I need an Emmy Lived a bit in Brooklyn, Houston, Mexico in that orderĪtwater Village, where I first resided in this city Life hard right now, I swear I’m finna work it out Glad I took this route, I’m underground, come and dig it outĭig a bit deeper, find something you can smile about Learned a lot about myself but still got more to figure out ![]() In this shit to get the glory, you can keep the free beer Learning each inch of the game, put every tool to workĭo it like my duty, yeah, need more than a souvenir Yams, had me and Rocky on Pro ToolsĪt Daniel Lynas studio, damn it, I was studious Letting niggas know exactly what my next plans areįew years later I’m in LA with Tom Cruz įucked with Das Racist, to this day they still my dudes Ready and willing to get it in, focused, hoping to be a rap god Never say never, since the beginning I was that child Dabbled just a little but I’d never say I’m that wild ![]()
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