You sicken me lately
I can't look at you it's crazy
All I hate in myself plus more
Is in you and maybe
I shouldn't be taking
This approach by saying
Things that sound mean but
All I mean when I say them
Is for you to realize when
People don't like you
Thrse are many reasons
Why they spite you
Your easily frustrated
sense of humor of a fool
You swear too much and u
Never completed high school
You still wear your pants low
It looks like u crapped urself no lie
No wonder u can't ***** train your
Son who thinks why should I
Not crap myself if my dad still
does, look at his pants
And if u feel like your going nowhere
In life this is y u can't advance
You have a history of drugs
Hang with questionable people
Your pasts path had alot of
Smoked grass and acts of evil
This all adds up to equal minus
subtracted from your life
No luxury for u and the son
U had when multiplying real nice
Now divide you two from his
mother with a remainder of u
Who seems to have a fraction
of his **** For brains to the power of 2
And if your getting mad at me
Don't bother because
I'm the only one willing to tell u all
this, being blunt with truth and love
Hoping to help u salvage
What time u got left
Now reflect on all I've said
And take a deep breath
And when I stop talking u
U Will realize what is clear
That this whole conversation was
With yourself in front of a mirror
telling yourself all u needed to
Hear was a reflection to smarten you up
So this is a letter from me to me, or me to us
Wake up... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,That was really ******
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
You sicken me lately
I can't look at you it's crazy
All I hate in myself plus more
Is in you and maybe
I shouldn't be taking
This approach by saying
Things that sound mean but
All I mean when I say them
Is for you to realize when
People don't like you
Thrse are many reasons
Why they spite you
Your easily frustrated
sense of humor of a fool
You swear too much and u
Never completed high school
You still wear your pants low
It looks like u crapped urself no lie
No wonder u can't ***** train your
Son who thinks why should I
Not crap myself if my dad still
does, look at his pants
And if u feel like your going nowhere
In life this is y u can't advance
You have a history of drugs
Hang with questionable people
Your pasts path had alot of
Smoked grass and acts of evil
This all adds up to equal minus
subtracted from your life
No luxury for u and the son
U had when multiplying real nice
Now divide you two from his
mother with a remainder of u
Who seems to have a fraction
of his **** For brains to the power of 2
And if your getting mad at me
Don't bother because
I'm the only one willing to tell u all
this, being blunt with truth and love
Hoping to help u salvage
What time u got left
Now reflect on all I've said
And take a deep breath
And when I stop talking u
U Will realize what is clear
That this whole conversation was
With yourself in front of a mirror
telling yourself all u needed to
Hear was a reflection to smarten you up
So this is a letter from me to me, or me to us
Wake up... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,That was really ******
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