this is my story of me growing up
cuz it hasn't fully been told yet
so let's go back towards my torn past
when i was thrown in a
without warning, a thorn patch
where the world on my forecast
had started deforming
my father walked over
my body like a doormat
and he kept always showing
a disorderly format
only except while he was snoring
oh how i pondered to poison him sorely
as he slept close to the floor
cuz foam was his bed
or where his "throne" set
it was a horrible trap
i felt cornered, i couldn't adapt
to a morbid habitat
we were too poor
crack had opened a portal to debt
his roaring death threats
were hard to ignore
why was i born outta the norm
i only wanted to let
my heart feel a part of some warmth
but instead now the darkness comes forth
since i've been haunted by horror