All parents are broken

But mine are worse

All parents come out bad

But mine did not

All parents care for their children

Honestly, it's better they stopped (mine)

Now I'm trying to live the nothing

The feel of nothingness

Of the hurt child's heart

Where good emotion is absent

Where nothing is good

And harm is the act

It's hard to hold back

So hard to not shout

To make them miserable and harmed

But, I'm finding out

It's impossible to darken a real

'Black 1.0' soul!

Their grain in my soul is too big as a whole

Shrinking it did burn

Pixеls wanted to run

Changing the diametеr didn't work, as well

As the iris isn't just one in space

Newtonian reality it is not!

I'm hitting it like the O.G

Weed four-twenty in my own a.p.t

Where abusers have no grace

Doing nothing, healing

Not working, getting money

Opposite of what they taught me (Say what?)

I'm a rebel by their making

By being alive I fight them

And by being far away I pinch them

I fucking slept on benches just to avoid them

This is better in comparison

I can't throw a punch I can't kick around

There's nothing to harm, but raise my own self doubt

So I rehearse saying to myself"I'm angry, and it's fine

They're demons and it's their fault"

But then I forget how to Rhyme

I imagine myself like Eminem in style

They're demons and it's their fault

But then I forget how to Rhyme

I imagine myself like Eminem in style

But dropping bombs that don't even rhyme

The audience goes wild

I enjoy my time running between thrown bottles

Of abusers of you and mine

The glasses shatter with big sound

But the echo chamber

Is the only one to notice the round

I drop the beat on my four by four

I rhyme strongly without shame

Using every wood board to metaphorically hit them

I'm hitting it like the O.G

Weed four-twenty in my own a.p.t

Where abusers have no grace

Doing nothing, Healing

Not working, Getting money

Opposite of what they taught me (Say what?)

I'm a rebel by their making

By being alive I fight them

And by being far away I pinch them

I fucking slept on benches just to avoid them

This is better in comparison

I succeed

And I get by

Get by (Get by)

So rhyming badly at their faults

Is my way of saying nay (nee)

I'm not one of those knights (who say neeee)

I'm just an awkward little child

Living through violence and fights

To then shout random words for joy to ignite

But when suffocation is afoot

Closing my eyes now seems to be the good

It wouldn't take back then

When even the IDF couldn't attack them

So now I feel it coming deep

Into my soul and not my dick

That those people are terrible

And disconnection is not a variable

I still sit here, being their failed child

But now it feels more like a role to fill

Than some unwanted life path guide"Oh you're so cute there"Alone and accusing

How does it feel when the echo says nothing?"

They can't even reply

Wow what a change

I can fire away, rid of the toxicity supply

But it's still a downhill of pressure and of gravity

Understanding the situation

I'm still suffering

But now I'm not caged

I'm finding the silence

And treating it as a friend

I'm hitting it like the O.G

Weed four-twenty in my own a.p.t

Where abusers have no grace

Doing nothing, healing

Not working, getting money

Opposite of what they taught me (Say what?)

I'm a rebel by their making

By being alive I fight them

And by being far away I pinch them (not their biz)

I fucking slept on benches just to avoid them

This is better in comparison

I succeed and I (get by)

Get by (Get by)

I Get by (Get by)

Yeah I'm fine, fuck 'em!

I'm hitting it like the O.G

I'm hitting, like the O.G

I'm hitting it like the O.G

Weed four-twenty in my own a.p.t

Where abusers have no grace

Doing nothing, Healing

Not working, getting money

Opposite of what they taught me (Say what?)

I'm a rebel by their making, by being alive I fight them

And by being far away I pinch them

I fucking slept on benches just to avoid them

This is better in comparison

I succeed and I (Get by)

Get by (Get by)

I Get by

Yeah I'm fine, fuck 'em