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People take everyday things for granted
Their worlds aren’t flipped, dipped, and sideways slanted
They have mothers to go to in a time of need
All mine ever did was shoot dope and smoke weed
I know more of these things I have said
But at least their family isn’t dying or dead
I went through days where I was hungry
Aren’t these days supposed to be sunny?
I had to struggle just to get a cup of jelly
Yet you people always have had full bellies
You got what you wanted; you were in a good mood
But I had to worry about getting today’s food
Now I was only six at the time
With nothing to my name, not even a dime
People had fun watching parades
While I had to dodge live grenades
I have been hit, shoved, and kicked
I have been mocked, lied to, and tricked
Don’t you know, these things are bad?
Have you been lied to about the absence of your dad?
Have you punched a hole in the wall
Just because of your downfall?
I’ve been through all these things
Do you see what aftermath this brings?
Everyone has a fatal flaw
That causes them to fall into Death’s gaping maw
Mine is my hate
I hate you, me, and my fate
I was tired of getting less than my portion
And the very people who did this laughed at my misfortune!
I couldn’t wait until I died
To escape the way of life and the people who lied
It is hard to believe
But at school I was teased!
Because of my story I grew up fast
Bullied so much I broke down in class
The school didn’t care
I was left broken, battered, and scared
I taught myself how to fight
And with this skill I made your world black as night
I try to fight impending insanity
All that was pushed forth by my family
Can you say the same?
Was your life a mind game?
I am so cold I don’t care if Mom dies
She deserves it; punishment for lies
She says she cares; she wants me to call
But where the hell were you when I did fall?
You need to be picked up off of the ground
But I won’t; lies are lost, truth is found
I never had anything, there was no joy
Mom, how’s it feel to lose your baby boy?
I beat you, I don’t mean to gloat
But how’s my steel feel against your throat?
Let that man put his hands on me again
Into the sink, his blood will be pourin’
See my hate on my bloody knuckles
Revenge is sweet, much like honeysuckles
You’ve hurt me since I was five
Now you have no one to keep you alive