WickedWeekend
July 28th, 2013, 02:06 AM
Warning, this is very graphic in the sense of literary gore and it may very well be triggering
When it's apparent, that somebody failed as a parent
Somebody trying real hard to pay rent
Raising a little baby boy while working two minimum wage jobs
Where has my life went?
Long gone are the days, where I could chill on that couch
Without worrying about everybody here being a grouch
High school was good, man, back then I thought I had it rough
Now the coughing killer is creeping up on me
But nevertheless I still smoke that dumb stuff
I never ran into them behind the back cuffs but I could if I try to work enough
Just take a sip of that, a puff of this, oh yes
Now my kid has no future, but my pastor said I was blessed
He was off his rocker but it's mostly always assumed
I pray and pray at my Neon Cathedral, but now my kid has some palsy that's cerebral
I just got to get back into stuff that's legal
Is this all my fault? I don't feel exactly regal
I started from the pit now I'm into deeper evil
I started wanting to feel high, now I'm real low
How did the king get there? I really want to know
Put some coin in my tin bowl and leave me in the snow that's cold
Dollars are not going to get me to my real goal but that one is tired and old
All I want now is a little bit of sunshine and good hand to hold
He clutched my shoulders and looked at me with eyes that made me feel home
The other night I swear he could have broke my bones if I didn't dial those saving three tones
I can't help but crawl back into unfaithful embrace but I somehow feel safe
Until his temper goes lost and he starts the rape
I'll save the details because I know he already sold them to retail
That's when I start to think that maybe I've failed and he doesn't need jail
I start to wail and think, "Is anybody listening?"
I'm trying to shout but I guess I'm whispering
No sounds are coming out then I realized I'm bound and gagged
Then I come face to face with thin metal, jagged
Then I'm tossed with more remains and things that are ragged
More girls and gals were subject to his gun-happy gang-raised ways
Could I have stopped this, I begin to wonder
All this man did to his girls was rape and plunder
I begin making sense of this until I realize I'm six feet under
When it's apparent, that somebody failed as a parent
Somebody trying real hard to pay rent
Raising a little baby boy while working two minimum wage jobs
Where has my life went?
Long gone are the days, where I could chill on that couch
Without worrying about everybody here being a grouch
High school was good, man, back then I thought I had it rough
Now the coughing killer is creeping up on me
But nevertheless I still smoke that dumb stuff
I never ran into them behind the back cuffs but I could if I try to work enough
Just take a sip of that, a puff of this, oh yes
Now my kid has no future, but my pastor said I was blessed
He was off his rocker but it's mostly always assumed
I pray and pray at my Neon Cathedral, but now my kid has some palsy that's cerebral
I just got to get back into stuff that's legal
Is this all my fault? I don't feel exactly regal
I started from the pit now I'm into deeper evil
I started wanting to feel high, now I'm real low
How did the king get there? I really want to know
Put some coin in my tin bowl and leave me in the snow that's cold
Dollars are not going to get me to my real goal but that one is tired and old
All I want now is a little bit of sunshine and good hand to hold
He clutched my shoulders and looked at me with eyes that made me feel home
The other night I swear he could have broke my bones if I didn't dial those saving three tones
I can't help but crawl back into unfaithful embrace but I somehow feel safe
Until his temper goes lost and he starts the rape
I'll save the details because I know he already sold them to retail
That's when I start to think that maybe I've failed and he doesn't need jail
I start to wail and think, "Is anybody listening?"
I'm trying to shout but I guess I'm whispering
No sounds are coming out then I realized I'm bound and gagged
Then I come face to face with thin metal, jagged
Then I'm tossed with more remains and things that are ragged
More girls and gals were subject to his gun-happy gang-raised ways
Could I have stopped this, I begin to wonder
All this man did to his girls was rape and plunder
I begin making sense of this until I realize I'm six feet under