Why M.O.M? :response

They said life, it's going to be a spectacle, the oracle told me I would be left susceptible,

not incredible, nor creditable, sick and tired of being treated like kettle,

her biggest fear, my family seeing me holding a beer,

yet she won't bear shit, not point into directions, straight up steer me to it, towards a mental infection,

symptoms of close-mindedness, driving me into madness,

always put the ball in her court, she only fouls me, cutting me short, she only mauls me,

psychic mindfuck she's a x-men with lies, hatred burning me like laser eyes, action is reaction, falling down and standing up I had more tries than cries

my determination an elephant, her ideology my mice, I feel like I'm back in 1400, I'm talking hunger game, experienced in pain like a rastafari growing for a gain of dreads, locked in inferior shame avoiding the stain, I'm not stainless but I still cut the same,

Seppuku, an honourfull samoeraisword making misery short,

Sudoku, the number of lives no ressurection though like goku