Back In 93, Things seemed Perfect In Life,
Just 5 Years Old, Baby Brother By My Side,
But Why, Soon After that, It was always cries,
Fights Lies and eyes, staring Down All the time,
Always on My Case Now, 5 years passed of hate now,
Where did it go wrong, When was all this hate found?
Bruises On my arms, somehow I'm supposed to hide em,
If Not there'll be more, Best make sure No one finds em,
What Did I do Wrong, Where Did the Hatred Come From?
I'm not just your punching Bag, for you to vent your Anger on,
When's My Turn, when I get to be the strong one,
when Can I Fight Back, Stop You Beating Your Son,
Son, What a word, But My Life Was Hardly Brightness,
Read These Words, And You'll Find My Mind Inside Them

I shouldn't get mad,shake whenever my parents past,they..
say that "if you have a problem to ask me.."bullshit
when I come for help..you say nothing else..other then
somethin with,cussing..callin me a punk and shit..
and you wonder why my additude is fuck it this
is the reason,why in this generation of kids,nothin lives
between the doors and the wall..as they order us all
to do whats confusing,though they never taught us
I find this ammusing,they yell at me,for being clueless
I never knew it..I blaim you..but also me,it costin me
all my teeth,all these fights which didn't involve me
tight shirts streched on purpurse,all clothes worthless
which I purchased..I wanna run away and ditch my curse
its like I had it locked in...sorry..it just surfaced

I'm Brain Damaged, Ravaged By my Upbringing
Remember the days, wish away the painful thinking
Drinking, wasting The Days Away With Vodka,
Not Often Leave my room, hardly ever want to,
I'v Got To, Now Psychiatrists Solve My Problem,
Wanting To Hear Answers, I'm Hoping I'v Got them,
How Can you explain Violence cause by nothing,
Never Wanting, Never Asking Them For Something,
In Honesty, A Good Kid, basically Raised By Peers,
No Parents at Teachers Meetings, Nobody to Hear,
I prayed for a single Well Done, Or even Happy Birthday,
Hated The 28th, Why Was I put here In the First Place,
I Just Wished you'd Listened, Not Taken Anger Out on Me
Let's Just go back, to how things used to be, In 93

I wonder when at my award speech..my thank yous end shortly
one for me,end of story,end the torment pretend its for me
then why you dent the door,see how sugarcoating makes more beef
snooping through my room makes no leads..you still won't know me
thats for me to know and be the only one,no other one knows your son
pops hold your blunts,go and try to fold me one..and you the older one
too..who's wants you as there father,and momma,leave me solo
our connecion didn't work out when you worked at goldcoast that
shows you that,I was an accident,a result of a broken laxitive
I'm back in this,meaning the picture,now I'm seeing the vision
working through my own life,and not needing attention..greiving
after cutups..you told me to quit rappin so wassup..
how can I speak my mind to yaw..if you just told my soul to shutup.
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All People Need, All anyone Needs, Who find Themselves,
In a Situation, Where they'r put in pain, and suffering,
By Those who are there To Nurture Them, And Care For Them
All They Need,
And All They Want,
Is For Someone out there
To Just Listen.

-Indeph and Distilled.