When he gets home his daddy comes with the beat
He may have been adopted but he liked the street
Here it goes his shoes are on the floor
After daddy's thrashin hes gon' sore
He doensn't get fed dinner tonight
But that's nuttin new so it's aight
When he goes to school teachers don't even notice
They let him get beat and hurt going actless
He hears the door slam he can smell the stench like a skunk
He hears him stomping thrown his stuff all around
His dad bends him over and lashes him without a sound
He knows its best to be quite when he comes home drunk
Skin scarred and torn, tattered and worn
When he gets old he'll never drink, this is sworn
Suicide, running away are things he contemplates
Or he could just kill him, thats another debate
Life just passes bye it doesn't care when he cries
He says he has a fine life, he knows its all lies
When he asked his dad to come in for parent-teacher day
His dad threw a bottle at him, told him to get the **** away
He shows no love he only knows hate
His mine is hazed, stuck in this deathly state
This time it's worse the pain is amplified
He comes to beat him but his plan he applies
He moves out of the way of his dads' clenchin fist
Shouts he is tired of this stupid ****
Whats that in his back pocket it starts to gleam
Brings it up, slits his dads throat.. clean
Here comes the cops with their sirens howling
The pain inside is too much, he starts ailing...
The judge proclaims him a murderer, sentences him guilty
Briefly he had his hopes raised, only to be crushed calmly
His head implodes mentally insane, always stuck on this feelin of fallin.
He hopes life will end shortly, and just quit stallin.
He gets close everynight, listening to the reaper callin...
Just a very very rough draft. Going to add more words, and change some things up to get a better Beat+flow. But lemme know whatcha think so far.