Childish

Dad got crushed when I was thirteen, scene turned obscene, Voice never muted, spoke pain at fifteen, sixteen, Bruised by the system, bullied in between, School was a nightmare, killed every dream I’d seen. Books in one hand, streets in the bloodstream, Addicted to both, yeah I lived in extremes, Hard to soft, then I flipped that scheme, Chased every poison like a desperate fiend. Alcohol in school, cards dealt on the ground, Gambled with fate while my soul slowly drowned, Sold weed cheap just to feed empty mouths, But broke my own home, turned love into doubts. Made mom cry, anger carved in her eyes, Hit her with a stick… yeah, that truth never lies, Women felt distant, then “ghenchu” arrived, Desire woke up, felt the hunger inside. Too much water flowed down the Nile, Now those days feel like distant miles, Still I stand, scars stitched in my style, Same broken kid… just survived a while.