Dear Dad,
It’s been awhile.
It seems you’ve dragged your self out from the pile,
Of shit,
you laid upon the sidewalk of the world,
your little girl,
will soon grow up and learn about her dad,
the one I never had,
the one that turned his head,
While my soul was torn and dead.
You live buried in your own lies,
Expecting people to close their eyes,
Ignore and forget the
shit that you’ve done,
Well I can’t do that and neither can my
GUN
This gun I bought, I fought and fought with feelings in my
HEAD
Do I want you dead? Living room red, chest full of lead,
wife on my bed, shit! what have I said, I gotta get a
GRIP
Don’t let my mind slip, gotta flip off this trip but shit,
it’s too late,
your fate is straight to the hate you create,
In Me.
So now it’s time.
It’s not a crime, in my eyes,
to kill something that's not alive,
so prepare to meet the beast I hide,
the one that's slowly grown inside,
My soul was raped my heart has died,
And now it’s time for patricide.
