[DisturbedPoet]

I can't fail,
On this objective called life.
I'm searching for a light.
It's hard to see.
My little man,
just turned three.

I'm tired of free food, Fuck this EBT.
And fuck who ever mad at me.
Especially in family.

I wish my mother gave my pops a rubber.
Why did she open her legs?
Why did my pops even fertilize her eggs?

Fuck fate, the future can create.
By a fucked up mistake.
That you can't take back.

Self control I tend to lack.
Instead of putting the cigs down.
I smoke a pack.

Coughing up brown flem.
In the AM.

I used to wake and bake.
But now I got no weed.
If I ever have money,
then it goes to my seed.

I hate judgmental fucks.
Think their better,
cause they got a couple bucks.

Driving your hybrid,
like a tear,
never fell from your eye lid.

I wouldn't give a fuck,
to play robin hood.
Cause I'm stuck.
With this fucked up curse,
Called bad luck.
Will rock any ones jaw,
for a quick buck.

But my son won't get nothing,
when cops are handcuffing.
Me.
Like I said there is no light I can see.
Try to walk in my shoes.
Try to be me.