Wrote this out of Emo. Personal piece. =\
I'm divorced from marriage cursed as a sophmore & parent
Apparently my purpose is to burden the parents
Of the young girl I was once, prematurely embarrassed
To share or converse words with -Her words put me on earths end
From fervent excursions, walkin' her to school & returnin'
I've grown into lonliness, became cruel & concernless
'Word' is, my only leg - My only tool of expression
But expressin' the truths lead me to a pool of intestines
Of Robert my step-father who made a fool from a fledglin'
He was cool when he met me - Then he was done playin' games
He'd abuse, like he bred me...So I unruly became
The thing he hated most...and started saggin' my jeans
Began actin' real & like me...And stopped naggin' to please
But love never rubbed off- Cold shouldered - Shouted the judgin'
"Oh, look at his clothes, he'll never amount to nothin"
Devout to nothin', rap helped fight suidical decisions
Thank god for my daughter - Not to oppose my convictions
She's kept oxygen in my lungs while I was strung in the kitchen
On products that brought up conflict-Conflicts become my existence
I've shopped for coffins & land plots, where I'll serve out my sentence
A tenant no longer-No longer an inmate livin' imprisoned
I'm done runnin' in Rat Races - To become a statistic
So clenchin' this guns not for me, it's for all who's been in this scene
It's for all who've been left out of the group, or wasn't picked for the team
It's for all who've called in for troops..and been left beat in the streets
It's for all who's self esteem bleeds...and all that seldom achieve
....I pull this trigger in hope...In hope to relieve...
...A sudden sound in the background prevents me to squeeze...
...I arise - Eyes blurred... None of this is familar to me...
...Seein' the noise- A phone, I pick up and ponder in heed
...It's my wife Natasha...It was all but a dream...
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