From The Hardship

I can’t stand you.

Every time I look at you or hear your voice it makes me sick.

You, the one they call “father.”
The drunk, the eggplant-eating skunk,
The one who thinks he can rule the world like Hitler getting fucked.
The one who see people around you like aluminum while his bastards elsewhere are gold.

You, the one I can’t stand
The one that made me realize the reason to why I left,
And the reason to why I will do it again.

You, the one the world can’t tolerate
The one that brainwashes others against me, the individual whose only wrong was to live amongst you, only to find that your are scared of your own sorry ass.

Me, the individual, the one persecuted for my own well being who only seeks solace, the peaceful drug that will take me away from this damned place.

Me, the one trying to understand the situation only to see that he’s not there for me
Him, the jackass who only seeks out my demise,
The one who thinks that he can break me with his alcoholic use and his weak-ass fungus-style abuse.

But…here’s the problem…

I am the man, who turned his back on your very own stupidity, the one who walked away like a caravan to a barking dog on some psychedelic schizophrenic shit.

I am the person, who saw right through your bluff and turned the tables on you like a MC on the mic ripping your ass down to the ground with each beat of my voice.

Me, the individual who finally saw the light with eyes wide open.

You think you can scare me?
You, the dumb motherfucker acting like a punkass thinking you’re superior to others because of your color.

Me, the individual, who saw that this thing is nothing but a waste of time and flesh.

Why should I waste my breath?

Me, the person who saw the light and walked away from hell.
The man who had to go through the land of the damned and back.
The individual who saw through your little game and left your sorry ass.

…has finally found peace!