[VERSE 1]
I've been sitting at this desk for - at least - three months
I ain't had a fucking job for six checks - I need bucks
I'm putting all this pressure on Brayden to feed us
And keep the lights on & work - no matter what he sneeze up

Despite abuse he gets from both his moms and his pops
Hanging bills over his head since the day he was popped
Hanging himself overhead from a beam - he'd swing
Another life fucking wasted - the crop for the C.R.E.A.M

Won't accept it if it's theirs, but they know they'd get crushed
By another if they ever had the gull or the nuts
To question whether-not another human got nuts
Who the fuck are you to ask about some genitals, bitch

The misconception that a human life is valued by quid
Is what you did to him; you permanently damaged the kid
You got some nerve with that smile-in-my-face shit
When you the reason that he ain't got no fucking feeling in his wrists

[BREAK]
Scars don't go away
They fade a bit
Damage memories