[Verse 1: BTK]
It's so hard to fuckin' change when you don't want to
Staring vaguely at the walls in which they haunt through
Never speak about my thoughts cause I don't want to
Unless it's over a bottle, okay I want 2
Life without knowing my real father
Is unexplainably different
I've been tryna see a difference
In how different my fuckin' life
Could've been if he was in it
I guess we'll never know how that goes
But fuck em for showin' my mom the crack shit
Wish I could reach up inside his chest
And pull his heart out, Rest In Piss, yeah
He don't even know what I've been through
Baker acted from drinkin' too much
And breakin' shit, punchin' till the blood runs off my knuckles
Mentally suffering, as I kid I was nothing
Just confused and afraid
Mentally abused till my mind was decaded
So many stories, not sure which one is real or fake, damn

[Verse 2: BTK]
17 years later, I start to write about it
Remembering my custody, they used to fight about it
Tryna figure out which one would be in my life
And which one would get whacked if I see em outside
With the life I had, I feel like Marshall Mathers
Talkin' shattered memories and just how bad my dad was
Mom had some trouble
Knowing I would never have a normal relationship
With my people makes me drink till I see double, damn
I used to dream about us three having sing along's
But then it wrecked when he split, I guess the dream is gone
3 shots of Hennessy, see me livin' weak
But got it strong whenever it comes to the pen and sheet
I barely have any memory of the time that he walked out
I still talk about "when did he leave?"
But fuck it, momma likes the remix
To Cleanin' Out My Closet
So I figured I'd make another song
About the cause and effect
The memories I've got are infectious
It's sad to know my memories of my crack addict dad
Is all I'm left with
Shit