Broken (Purge)

Last night momma left/

Left Pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

What you gonna do when ya folks talk ill will bout each other?/

Can't you see it only makin ya sons suffer?/

Guess I'll slip under the covers and take the beats to self smother/

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

It felt so weird when Moms went out to get her drink on/

Felt like she ain't even felt the need to take care of her own spawn/

Nowadays I reminisce on when all I worried bout was grades/

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

Pads and Pens enveloped my life as I grew older, learnin mo'/

About the facade a couple of parents can put on fo show/

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

When the kid inside of you homesick and tired of the world's shit/

And all this shit had me questioning my religion/

turned a boy into an atheist with life books rewritten/

Askin what I know about the struggle? 502 south side/

Growin up around crytal makers and havin no one I could confide/

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

Well sorry but I'm feelin like Ye and my dreams have taken me hostage/

I act like moms would give a shit anyway/

She'd shrug it off like she did her kids and sip some bombay/

Pops had his flaws, had a fuckin problem and lost so much/

But I'm finna make a Hey Mama remix man I love em so much/

You never had a father in ya life but you raised a man/

And when shit got rough you never ever fuckin ran/

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin Launch pad/

long as it mean I make it and say "I told ya Dad"./

Cus I know you wanted me to do so much more with my life/

But you gotta understand I been broken and this my purge,

lets have fun tonight/