This house is not a home I take it out and put it to his dome put a hole in his head big enough to be a home no control take hold it’s a whirlwind of shit this is it its going to be over time to grow some balls while the lifeless body falls you did it its over finished no more stress sigh of relief the turmoil is over clouds are clear now u stand there with tears in your eyes pride had control but that head you turned into a bowl was your fathers skull it had to happen no more threats or fear you had to do what you did or you’d be dead wake up it was all a dream no more time to scheme make hate little time to waste move out before this happens he will eventually take over your new space get things right for a minute it will be tight but you will be okay pray to the lord one day will be your day no more tears little boy grow up that man you call dad will never show up left you at 8 had a hot date with the federal pen came back and didn’t expect you to be a man you own the house your not meek like a mouse strong and solid brass ball standing tall he wants to cut you down to size but why all you wanted was his love and affection the things you never got but now its too late he has to be a hot shot he’s so tough on the phone in his home but in person he let one person hold him back while you stood strong jus wanting to belong blast his face his blood on your knuckles will be great but your mom you will hurt who cares its time for this man to unwind only out let he has is baby girl who makes him happy if it wasn’t for her it would have been over I say this over and over but its true all of it thoughts in my mind will happen give them time
