My english lession.

Im been thinking bout this shit

For the longest of time

How to vent my emotions

So I took to writing rhymns

i started writting poems

and shit with a pen
added a backing beat, yeah

With some help from my friends

now to start this story and explain my life
the up times, the down times
and why i cry at night

ive had a fucked up child hood

With a crippling alcoholic

Mum would stumble home
i could tell that she was on it

I was only 5 and 6 when it all first started
dad left for a business trip,

 it was a small department
 

Then the days turned to weeks”
the weeks into months, not even a fucking call
ill never forgive the cunt”

I was stuck with my mum
drinking gin and tonic
i sat at the table and watched her pack her cronic

Into a cone to blaze with her friends

Something a young kid should never see again

That’s when it started, all the money went
she almost lost the house

Coz she couldn’t pay the rent

My brother and sister they left her all behind
they took the excape and I always wondered
Why?
They helped me through a lot, and that ill rememeber

Till I die

The years of my life that should of flown by’

*Chorus*
*Chorus*

The early times were the hardest, when I had lost my way

My school life was fucked

I hated every day

Having religion shoved into my brain

In an ear , out the other

 that shit was driving me insane

I suffered a stammer that fucking killed my confidents

I couldn’t even talk, I wasn’t like the other boys

I had anger issues and didn’t cope at all
i hit cunts and skitted
threw chairs at the walls
bell ringing for fate, back into the classroom

A living nightmare, that couldn’t go fast enough.

Skip a few years of hate and neglect

Everything was fucked

I would have answered yes

If the question had arose,

to take me  on to death

A place away from my family, my hates and my friends

A place i could relax and be calm once again

Suicide crossed my mind on a day and weakly basis

A felt so rejected, I was called weak to my face, and

You don’t understand so don’t call me weak

Don’t say it’s the cowards way, youll cop a fucking beat

Down, and feel my raith

 I want be alone and want to see the light

So I started writing bars to help me try to fight

The forces of darkness that try to overcome me

Ill rise above the fucking hate

And be a separate entity