Forgive me If I sound like a child
But my parents have abandoned me
My attempts to drown my broken smile
Have failed since I was barley three
But complaining's like comparing things
That come paired at the hip
The carrort always dangling
Is much less treat than trick
But taking that trip
Down memory lane's
Like faking a flip
Then asking for change
The mask isn't the same
But the face hiding is
A bastard who's name's
Disguised as a gift
Flipping the switch
Turning them off you'll
Probably not pick
Why they think I'm so awful
But since I am their fossil
I have their Intel
My process is colossal
I reject their Jinn spell
Expecting a win
Bells always ring
As I'm blessing the sin
Hell's calling my twin
To fall sink or swim
And air out family business
If we're dust in the wind
I blow off their forgiveness
Like the king's chair in the distance
I am thrown away
It may snare you for a minute
But you'll own what I say
And as God is said to witness
There will come the day
Where you'll beg for me forgiveness
And I'll refuse to pay
So my mother's first
And you know what they say
You double the worth
Once you drive it away
Oh wait...
That too's a big lie
Value is made
By watching pigs fly
And as a kid I
Saw all sorts of bad things
That's why my mid life
Snap at 23
Was crap handed for free
That cost me my happiness
Constantly mad at me
Washing my cannabis
She'd scream I just can't handle this
Almost everyday
She'd first hand me a candle lit
Then roast me when I'd play
The hopeless issues I display
Shine deep within her mirror
My bones and tissues are mache
I weaken when I see her
Her shoulders are the freezer
That keep's her vodka cold
When I'm told "your mom's a pleaser"
I laugh since you've been sold
A lemon dressed in gold
The truth is hard to see
As you condemn the story told
I'm stuck with the memory
Like the king's chair in the distance
I am thrown away
It may snare you for a minute
But you'll own what I say
And as God is said to witness
There will come the day
Where you'll beg for me forgiveness
And I'll refuse to pay
Dad, dad, dad
What can I say
That dead beat had
No rhythm to sway
The tide in a way
Even slightly meaningful
Like he's alive to touchè
And I'm left the bilingual fool
Whenever I am feeling full
He empties my confidence
I'm burning all the weeds I pull
Changing my likeness since
I ride the same bike I spent
My life running away from
Hiding in the light, I vent
My cunning has his face some
Times when I shoot ray guns
Right into my arm
I pretend without his A-1
My stake might lose its charm
But my homemade alarms
Drown out his failure noise
Dispite the constant harm
I finally found the choice
Lies inside my voice
And from both my father and my mother
The past I can exploit
Might end up helping another
See most parents smother
Mine left me stranded
No sisters or brothers
I'm simply abandoned.