Growing up elders telling me too much of anything will make you an addict

so i became a sabotaging savage in a habitat

where there’s violence and crack addicts

at one time out there for money hungry and thirsty

word up check this tutorial, I’m now known as Spoknword born into pain

it hurts when you watch your mom being wrecked,  stressed,  and depressed

next thing you know she had breast cancer removed from her chest

damn father it’s time for you to take a rest

my father don’t realize he’s all washed up not giving a fuck

leaving his family stuck till upon luck if believed as such

mom always said if there’s breath there’s hope i just want to hang myself

to a rope ear to ear someone cuts my throat and hangs my esophagus

on a hanger with the coats and toss my remains of body

on a voyage on a galleon boat real pain that injects, it

infects and inserts which hurts especially when your father

is a hypocrite  washing and plummeting his family beneath the dirt’s surface

no one did anything what made him do  this on purpose

suffering , strife,  and striving is perfidious

Spoknword and a great family of his shouldn’t of earned this

my father we alerted, in our perspective we deserted him cursed him till

where his second life wont be born due to what hes torn

a monster of my conscience and pride has been born in an

anomaly irregular form with gods mankind and the devils horns