Im in dire for a father that is a man and will stick up for his son before his girl friend but let’s make pretend he does and they never fuss and cuss and throw hands like me and him neva had no plans he promises but neva delivers I love him I would cross a thousand rivers to see him but why wouldn’t he do the same family is not a game I juss wanna drain my own brain so I feel no pain and take my own life but maybe someday he’ll be the fearless fife and step up and be a father instead of a liar and have no problem but that’s the dilemma they get drunk and he shake her like she got tremma like I don’t have enough trauma dealing wit this female drama like the fuck she ain't our baby momma and I just can’t afford beef like it’s the depression and sometimes I just wanna run like dressing but I can’t so imma try to be the rap kurt cobain and at the end sever my vain like im overdosed on cocaine but no girl will ever love me so I sit and cry and wish I could just fly or die and neva be heard from again or flock like a hen so I render and like a bender slash fender and im skinny also sorta slender and im mixing it up like a blender and im throwing paper like a shedder just to have my father I would give it all away juss for a day of his real love no fake and for him to hang out with me is like icing on the cake and his love is the opposite of real and I guess he can’t feel how I do so I just wanna bawl and have tears and forget all my fears but that will never work juss like my dad and it makes me sad and lugubrious but I need him I shout and scream like it a bad dream but it’s a living nightmare like he has love to share but a new lie