Mom

I speak my mind as a kind of therapy//

To release the thoughts that tear at me//

Occurring events that are morally wrong//

Custody battles where do I belong//

"Tyler just try and get along"//

"Can't you see my mom is insane?//

Yet still at her house I did remain//

Until she treated me inhumanely//

My life was a blur//

Everything 'bout her misunderstood maybe?//

No//

Forced into adulthood//

Had to parent my own parent..//

But it was amusement though//

Cause I was above the battlefield yo//

 

Meanwhile she's in exile//

Gathered all my thoughts and made a better lifestyle//

We went to counseling and everything but meanwhile//

She hasn't changed at all

And we still fight and brawl//

We're pushin each others buttons like a game of pinball//

But man, she is my mother still//

So hold all the bombs and all the napalm//

I'm sorry mom I'm sorry for throwing you into a mental dungeon//

Shunning you away from me with clenched teeth screaming angrily//

But you're crazy//

And you have a sadistic depravity//

It makes me wanna say stay away from me//

 

I was tired of getting barked at//

And blamed for things that you framed on me//

I hated it mom you were maiming me!//

All your anger it was aimed at me//

And it may have been subliminally//