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Jan 2017
Just empty rhythm A talent to feel
An empty prison but who did I ****.
Addictions listening to every word I utter
I swear I won't be like my mother.
My mother, I haven't seen her in a while.
No its not a joke but i can't help but smile.
She was darkness to me as a child
Probably still out there running wild.
She lead me down the path of destruction
Told me stories of hopeful abduction.
Leaving this place bleeding out whole
She fed my sickness, never fed my soul.
Sixteen years and ended up a ******
she raised me like her, junior high drop out flunky.
Except she had a chance a nursing degree
She had a life, but that was before me.
And I made it worse, just by being born
SO she called the hearse said I would learn.
I struggled alot with her hateful infliction's
She fed me all of her fateful addictions
Read me her poetry old soul in that *****
She was a genius with wrists that were stitched.
Just like me and she saw and knew it
Saw my eyes and knew I could do it
So she knocked me down, surely trying to ****
Beat me brutally only till blood would spill
And after she would come to me
"Baby I'm sorry buts a ****** up world
And one day you'll part from me.
But your always my girl and I never meant
To cause a train wreck but in this life
Women swing by there necks
Its full of strife and we never win
And you'll be lucky if never know men
I have to make you strong,
so you can bare the weather
Lifes masochistic you can smell the leather
I love you more than any man
And if your smart you'll never give your hand
I beat you down so you can fight
Cause from the ground we gain our might
Women are disposable but we regenerate
Baby I love you but this worlds full of hate"
Growing up with a mentally Ill mother left its mark
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   LB Parker
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