If you had a chance to voice what you vent Would it be real or peoples time spent It kills when my stress hits ten Always want a hand delt but given the wrong end None of my cards hit the 21 But it always flunks out No bubbles and fun For me it's fucked when your mother shoots you down like a devil within son Then your. Anxiety kinks in dubbleing the cunt vibe from me. Fuck I run but I'm stuck in this shit hole city What am I spose to think When the person who birthed you is a dick Wants to help you out but also stab then in the neck Your not meant to have favourites. And obviously Im not it. Rather step in front of a train instead of dealing with your sociopathical shit Yeah you want it your way But there is more people in this store ay More then you realise you go fuck up people's days. And have no sympothy For your child who has broken out of your symmetry, he is out of your expatations of what your child should be, So techanily I'm free, I'm a long wolf disguised as black sheep If you start beef with me I throw the cows that won't sleep so here peep This here a bit of my broken poetry