BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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all in the family
- girl u dont even see your typeof personality
- or the definition of yo kind of pretty
- adolescence got u all depressed
- a programmable stress induced mess
- scared to belive in the best
- traumatised by mishaps in the past
- so u avoid any chance of succes
- but giirl u have to invest
- and im not talkin about implants for yo chest
- ur desensethized to seettle for less
- to do what the media suggest
- but u dont see the world that i see
- forget trouble u r worth the double for any homie
- that ever dabbled in lonelyness like me
- u dont need to be all thay want u to be
- just be the helping hand for the everybody to see
- prosperity will come drawn to positivity
- and life will suddenly become more easy
- we all have insecurities in times like these
- but that selfawareness becomes that self security
- be who u want to as long as u can be free
- dont overthink too long, dont ever bite ur thonge for anybody
- and to have an opinion on stuff means u need to study
- thats what inspires leadership, u see?
- be the best vesrion of u possibly can be
- but i recognize what i see
- i see u in a different view
- to me u r so fuckin beautifull
- born to walk on rose ppetals but they offer u nails
- but pityfull u see ur self as less than most people,
- but most step over u like grass
- in reality your fear is what they ingest
- in their fuckin illusion of a bulletproof vest
- they feel safe inside their nests
- all knowing but feces is all they really grasp
- who in the world would have guessed that they would last
- but im that demon, yeah im that demon
- ull find me in your dreams
- dont matter who u belive in
- i cremate u fuckin bastards in ur sleep
- like a fallen one ive came to protect my sheep
- was a bully once and got bullied some
- now its u that i creep and feed upon
- for u it was harmless fun to spit on him and see him run
- runnin to his poor mom but what could have she done?
- workin two jobs to put a smile on his son
- cuz he needed someone
- maybe he just needed a fam
- she didnt realize he wasnt the happy one
- neither one of them was happy in the long run
- but what could a mother have done
- whenever he saw the bully he would feel stunned
- a punchin bag for a son of another 1
- another monster comin home drunk thinkin he won
- a fuckin mobster, would be better off without one
- cuz what father beats up both the son and the woman
- worthless shit like him belongs stabbed to death in the gutter
- 1 day he promised himself, 1 day my dearest father
- when u are old and weak i will be right there
- providing for u when kindness is what u will seek in that chair
- but for u i only will have nightmares and ull hear me speak
- i will tell u everything about how u made me feel weak
- how u trashed my mother untill she leaked
- i will keep u in the chair for weeks
- untill u start to reek
- and as u start to leak
- i will smear the shit all over your cheeks
- make u eat shit untill my insanity peaks
- steak for breakfast while u fast for anorexia
- with demonic statures standing next to ya
- everyday a new beginning brought to u by dementia
- u brought us hell but ill show u the devil that dwelled
- but for now ill remain calm and numb
- when u got drunk our stomachs rumbled
- the stench followed with every hard earned crumb
- payday was for my mom but u kept drinkin up the funds
- which made him terrified and feeling weak and dumb
- so all he could do really was continue to run
- his fuckin father didint even spared a fuckin bun
- left the familily like it was too hard for fun
- what could the poor mother have done?
- thats life sometimes like a fuckin pun
- who coulde ve guessed that he wuldnt last
- his mother laying his head to rest
- convinced that life was gods test
- what kind of god would allow this kind of a mess
- for a mother to tug her child in a chest
- never prepared for this she slit her own wrists
- what fuckin kind of life is this?
- but im that demon, yeah im that demon
- ull find me in your dreams
- dont matter who u belive in
- i cremate u fuckin bastards in ur sleep
- like a fallen one ive came to protect my sheep
- was a bully once and got bullied some
- now its u that i creep and feed upon
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