make me a bird , so i can fly , farfar away , tonight , with fall in fair in height ,a just me and legacy night , its extra quiet in here tonight , not a volt in sight , hell pre charged for tonight , when phone dies , its really lights out , smelly blankets , mattress flipped , i sit and write this shameful shit , my son looks at me , I insecurely expect him too spit on me , tell me I aint shit and too make more currency , define a man , his eyes said too me , be what you wanna be , not what momma want too see , but he hate me when it come too mom or me , guilty of same thing I failed too see as a baby I naturally protected , biasly , he said pops im cold , i grip and roll his blankets anxiously like blunt when i feel anxiety , so consistently bad , this l.i.f.e got me seeing through his eyes , my chin GROOVED OUT A SPOT ON MY CHEST , like it needed to rest , fuck this , and fuck winning , it was so much easier to continuisly swim in sin , oblivious and numb , now aware and sober , i cant help but see my son look at whats that in your eye !?! sympathy !?! whats that ?! what you looking down on me !?! my highest point in lifes insecurity , almost started hating on my son for no reason just cause he was sad i couldnt buy him a toy and me not helping but feeling like a piece of shit since i was a boy , i just wanna buy this fucking toy , i dont know what was harder for me , being a man or a boy !!! make me a bird , make me a bird so i can fly far, far far away , pray w me daddy he tells me , make us a bird so daddy can fly and be happy today , my sons everyday battle w me , 4 year old height looking down on me , fell like niagra fall feom my chin , my chest derooted by my hollow ocean , CORTEZ story since , botched surgery , when will I settle , can I hold it together !? like a cpr attempt on something that you wernt finished with yet , my soul died and im the surviving vet , best bet to fix this mutt is a narcotic and a vet , lack of blunt skunk , got my brain stem thinking thump thump , oh fuck , candle flikering i wait for my son to say its ok im not shivering , now im only crying , whole time , woke needs no pride so it just keeps dying . make me a bird , sell it feather by feather , beat by beat , drum pack , by sfx kit , sell my soul if only someone wanted too by it , sell out to live out my l.i.f.e with less complicated american sterilization of morality of what is named MAN. I AM A BOY , DONT KNOW WHATS BEEN HARDER OF THE TWO . CONNOR Im sorry and i fucking love you !! II_VI INHERIT all my joker tricks , not the roll like juice or joker , or crow city of IIV'S BEGINNING AND FORGOTTEN END .