Run, Run
• Written by Aktivist
Okay, sweetie.
Time for nighty night.
C'mon, go to bed, I'm tryna do this right.
It's almost midnight, I guess I could tell you a story,
about dada and his life.
but first, a lullaby,
Run, run, through the forest, run,
can't get away from them, my scary thoughts
Dada's life was real real bad, worse than you have ever had,
Worse than you could ever seen, worse than there has ever been
I wish that I could give you, the life that dada never had,
Not as bad, the life that drove your dada mad.
When I was born, I was subject to scourn,
Grandmama was just eighteen, grandmama was a bad teen,
she did things that were obscene, crack and blow and syringe and lean,
orange, coke and green and bean, a pill-inducing drug machine.
Dada, well, I was forgotten, I was treated like a nothing,
roadkill; maybe was a possom, put pass on my whole life,
neglect does that baby girl, it makes you feel like you're your world,
And everyone is just curved, maybe I got what I deserved.
Had to make, my own food, before I had teeth to chew,
Had a bad, attitude, before I could even spew,
Baby girl, I was screwed, before I was old as you,
Because my parents raised me doomed.
Run, run, through the forest, run,
can't get away from them, my scary thoughts,
Run, run, through the forest, run,
not escaping me, my scary thoughts.
Okay, baby, when your eighty, maybe then is when you'll thank me,
because of the way I made you and cos of the way you made me.
I will never be like grandma, nor will I be like grandpa,
not that that is a high bar, but they're not near my damn radar,
Daddy raced away like Nascar, the same day that he could go far,
and then your daddy, he had you, and you gave him will, to continue.
and now I promise you, I will never be like them, never.
Run, run, through the forest, run,
I promise you, I am not my mum
Run, run, through the forest, run,
I will never be, as bad as them.
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Aktivist
Member since February 20 2016