For me it was my step mom, Id get berated for getting the soap dirty or if something was misplaced, if it was cold and we wanted to play inside for seven years this game was forced upon us. Callin names, I was a fuck up, a fat pussy bitch who she wished wasn’t stuck up in her life, but the worst part? there were four of us, all kids subjected to this type of vile sewage. Now you might be askin where my father at, well he was right there, sitting back tryin to relax and watch the Red Sox. Now we don’t talk much, and he doesn’t get it. Says I’m exaggerating or at least I wasn’t getting hit. Every family goes through shit. No. Not like this dad. I was a kid, dad. I needed to be protected, not taught a twisted lesson that lessened my ego, blessed be The Lord, but you were my hero Dad and you did zero. This ain’t a hate track, I’m just frustrated that even looking back, you claim no wrong was done, you’re fucking sick. You’ll never fix it if you deny there is a wound, manipulation is a pretty awful tool to use. ‘Don’t expect a Christmas present if you resist a visit, Stephen.’ Money talks dude,
But actions speakin’ louder. You don’t have the power over me, your weak star fleet ain’t fleek. Im so sick of wishing on stars and all your mental wars. I’ll tell you once: I’m not the droid you’re looking for. So go solo if you can’t accept your own mistakes, just know I won’t be waitin, when you come to realization.