~ bath robe~

19 years ive know since you went searching for more than most,
and got lost along the way like money in the post, holy at the most,
is how you used to act carrying it like a bible, shooting out bullets like they were facts,
painted black, men woman children aswell, if you dont worship then your going to hell,
always had to take it one step further you could just say, nopes,
you had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes,
like that basement jacks song wheres your head at when did you loose your mind,
same time your hair fell out, and your beard started to grow, grey hairs started to show,
or was it when you started to worry about dead mans row?
i was only 9 years old, how could you subject me to that shit?
verbel cifalis complete fucking shit, i was sick of it but to afraid to say,
only saw it once and out of all of em you had to choose that day,
to bullet bash littering beind the street, looking like a man who collect cash,
even though you were brass you could have tried to look normal,
even if you was fucked in your head its awful,
how could i ever introduce anyone to you... hi baby this is my dad, he's a ... what the fuck?

i dont hate you but i dont love you either,
you mean nothin to me just another geezer,
i wont hit you, still i wont hug you either,
if we ever speak again cold is how im gunna treat ya,

when you talk about your anticts there always filled with laughter,
i slag you off and dont feel back about it afters,
just like all the other kids brain washed by there farthers,
who the fuck was i suposed to go to for answers, you wernt around for normal shit,
so dont kid yourself you bitch, but i bet you turn up when im rich chattin shit,
like it wernt my fault probly blame it on your background coz your backgrounds warped,
we could here it in you voice everytime you talked,
i was young but im not dumb i new what was going on,
i remember that sumthin just didnt seem right to me,
from what i could see it was simple and plain you haved me over managed like a dog on a chain,
sometimes i used to wonder where you where and were you went,
but times have changed and im getting used to it not being there,
so now i no longer wonder nor do i care, you could die for all i no, get even more fucked up in your head for all i no, coz all i really no is you left without saying bye,
and aint even looked back since yes there was a time we could have built a bridge but now the gaps to great you might find if you try it will just colapes under the weight, coz now its far to late coz im all grown up, how can i be part of your life ...

i dont hate you i dont love you either,
you mean nothing to me, just another geezer,
i wont hit you still i wont hug you either,
if we ever speak again cold is how im guna treat ya

you carnt run away from your past coz your past is hareditry,
the blood that courses through my vains is your legasy,
it will probably be the only thing ever left of me from you,
because just like you, i myself have been gifted with a talent but i go by the name B,
not like you im not off balance, but you fell of the wagon now the only thing apparent is,
you aint half the man you used to be, but i am more than you could every be,
coz you can never see the world as i see it, wethers you try to be something you aint ill be it,
but real fast, your past, is comin back to haunt you,
its god will that such a big mistake like me should taunt you daunt you like a nervous feelin in your gut, i call it fate but you can call it what ever the fuck you want,
your just a lost little boy so heres one less worry for you,
i dont hate you i just feel sorry for you, infact i pitty you,
ive got so much shit on you i wouldnt even spit on you,
but i dont hate you, hating takes to much effort, you aint worth the fuckin time of day, and as for love and my heart that went along time ago

i dont hate you i dont love you either,
you mean nothin to me ust another geezer,
i wont hit you, still i wont hug you either,
if we ever speak again cold is how im gunna treat ya.