The life of dieyungcowboi A story to be told Started back in 91 I’m my fathers son The sperm that won the race Number 1 came in first place He was feeding my mother cum And the fetus I had become Was an evil son of a gun Especially when he was drunk In the womb fuzzy & warm What a score But not on my report card when I got to kindergarten Man I could’ve sworn that shit was the hardest Achieving a golden star was pretty fucking retarded by far, getting this dimension started Just to grow up into an Arsen And so my father decided to homeschool me It didn’t go well if only he truly knew me He wasn’t a fucking goof he didn’t try to screw me ,but he would abuse me When he was using Once I almost pushed him over the edge So he smashed my toy truck almost bashed me in the head Brought me to the garage where he hit me in the balls so hard now I can’t have kids What the doctor said Yeah I had to rat on him I was just a kid that’s just how it is at the age of 6 Turn the page and peep this shit My mother fought for custody over her kids got off the alcohol and did her best A happy family at last only didn’t last She bought me a bicycle pedal hit me in the shin I snapped I had it trashed n stashed in the river bank I was pissed Stomped my Nintendo to death Was a troubled kid at the age of 10 My mother had to ask the government to step in and take her kids once again Multiple foster homes Only one that I liked Run by Laurie and Mike They Got caught Poppin prescriptions that did not belong to them lost their jobs and I was on the market once again Ended up with Brenda and George a couple of coots Who don’t know what they’re doing Both of them stupid bitchy and useless My foster brothers were there for me except for Kyle playing games with him if you didn’t let him win you wouldn’t smile again he was a piece of shit 100% legitimate piece of shit that is One rainy day He threw a flat basketball at my face Instantaneous rage But I couldn’t do a thing The trauma my father left me with was way too big it got in the way Anyway fuck it I’m OK and I made it Never trust a creepy crawler again Thought he was a baller but he’s just a head Growing up as a kid could’ve been fabulous But I took a lot of disrespect that I didn’t deserve I never treat those people I meet in the streets like they just something to burn Now I’m a man I’d like to see them pull that crap because nowadays I know how to dance hail Satan