A brother to me was nothing special
He just sat in his room, and loved to wrestle
My mother is one of heavens kind
She puts out a glow visible to the blind
The father figure in my life is a miserable memory
He wasn’t really a dad, and had other priorities
As for me, im the lonely one
A hermit in my world of superficial fun
Sex, drugs and lots of rap
Is what my future has intact
Stop all the madness and crazy insanity
Im sinking slowly into a false fantasy
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