[Verse 1: BTK]

It's so hard to fuckin' change when you don't want to

Staring vaguely at the walls in which they haunt through

Never speak about my thoughts cause I don't want to

Unless it's over a bottle, okay I want 2

Life without knowing my real father

Is unexplainably different

I've been tryna see a difference

In how different my fuckin' life

Could've been if he was in it

I guess we'll never know how that goes

But fuck em for showin' my mom the crack shit

Wish I could reach up inside his chest

And pull his heart out, Rest In Piss, yeah

He don't even know what I've been through

Baker acted from drinkin' too much

And breakin' shit, punchin' till the blood runs off my knuckles

Mentally suffering, as I kid I was nothing

Just confused and afraid

Mentally abused till my mind was decaded

So many stories, not sure which one is real or fake, damn

[Verse 2: BTK]

17 years later, I start to write about it

Remembering my custody, they used to fight about it

Tryna figure out which one would be in my life

And which one would get whacked if I see em outside

With the life I had, I feel like Marshall Mathers

Talkin' shattered memories and just how bad my dad was

Mom had some trouble

Knowing I would never have a normal relationship

With my people makes me drink till I see double, damn

I used to dream about us three having sing along's

But then it wrecked when he split, I guess the dream is gone

3 shots of Hennessy, see me livin' weak

But got it strong whenever it comes to the pen and sheet

I barely have any memory of the time that he walked out

I still talk about "when did he leave?"

But fuck it, momma likes the remix

To Cleanin' Out My Closet

So I figured I'd make another song

About the cause and effect

The memories I've got are infectious

It's sad to know my memories of my crack addict dad

Is all I'm left with

Shit