Empty

Down on my luck waiting for a come up.

Every day, thinking FUCK whoever comes my way, why not love’s gonna end one day. Better to do it my way.

Father forgive who? I ain't forgave myself for not having the wealth poor dads say doesn’t amount to the riches of love.

The lies it takes generations recover from. Makes home a war zone where the wrong company’s allowed. Babies asking why daddy’s always absent or cranky. Cause we live with smoke. We only feel clean when were high from being angry and broke.