Some parents I forget, and forgot.
Their purpose in life and my life too.
I wish I could tell you how brutal I feel.
My emotions threaten to spill out each time, I wish I told you.
Take a better glimpse of it and show you what you really mean to me.
Sometimes I take my own parents for granted because they didn’t accept my truth.
They didn’t know their child told them their feelings and stood there not listening.
I felt crazy and a half on days that brought me over fearing trauma at stakes.
For sake, don’t bruise me or let your own daughter down.

Don’t let your son down either and keep it pushing.
Running away from the everlasting truth.
It absorbs the night freights you were scared of taking the truth.
You made a whole bunch of lies trailing to your off-bed.
Told me I lied, but I knew you did.
I’m just that perceptive and self-aware as you think I’m not.
People simply think those things because I play video games all day.
That I don’t know right from wrongs or stops from going.
Ah..

You just don’t know me that well.
What gifts I have in store and how much of a thinker I am.
It’s tragic how you think you know me:
Just a lone perspective of what the tiger thought above.
I might not know you, as you think I don’t.
Convince yourself I don’t know anything, but I know many things.

You ain’t going to keep gripping my heart and holding me back from my potential.
You ain’t going to call me a “gangster” everytime I do something you don’t find fit.
Is that all you ever say to yourself?
Something you pull out of yourself thinking it’s a good look for you as a parent?
**** you are immature as hell.
Immature people who didn’t think maturity came at a young age sometimes.
I know what you fail to know.

I don’t know everything, I know.
I know what you fail to realize.
What your ego misses to get.
The big picture inside of the small picture.
All the time you twist my words because I don’t agree with you.
Listen up though, I ain’t going to be around forever.
Soon I’ll move on and I won’t tell you once this relationship is over.
I won’t tell you if you ruined it or not.
I won’t tell you anything but moving in pitch silence.

Sorry, but I don’t feel bad.
I feel dedicated to my craft and voice.
Getting it out there in the world.
You thought you silenced me.
Kept me in the freezer didn’t you?
You thought..
You just thought things..
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