They asked for the truth- ill give it to you this instance--
And explain my mind is this confused from being abused as an infant-
A father who couldn’t be a man but could be a fag-
And malest his child after a few beers and a dime bag-
How many a nights- I clenched my pillow so tight-
Id rip the threads- hearing voices in my head-
images playing the concept of me being dead-
screaming daddy stop!!! Till daddy stopped- after his load was dropped-
or he hit enough times my jaw would pop-
then by thirteen thought I was a man understandably-
but instead I was a child already with a family-
high school drop out-
hearing my wife’s mouth- no jobs so I took the drug route-
I was I working to save the ass she gave out on discount-
By 17 id already been incarsirated, a prostitute,
lost my wife and kids, and had another charge over a physical dispute-
joined the navy- maybe uncle sam could save me-
instead he’d aid me- to have the world hate me.
Dec 23 2000 he took my family –permanently- a drunk driving insident hit twice while the car was swaying-
4 kids between 1 and 7-an ex wife 24 found her their way to heaven-
while im here in hell by september 11-
lost my boy my grandparents and my brother Kevin-
you think this is a joke- when there’s lump in my throat- and im extracting these memories not to sing but to qoate? Nope !
this is more of a ulogy- still fighting my fallen brothers memories- see- I am all of chump change enterprises every identity -including M.K.C
these- each are tears for me- and the way I keep them alive-
to pretend they survived- and im the one who died-
so understand if you think im fake personally-its fine but comprehend each song I write is my real personality- cause for me this is reality.