How could you have
Ever compared yourself
And had the pride
In being a parent?
When you showed your kin
None of that
Did it make you feel like a man
When you raised your hand?
You raised your hand to your children
You belittled and abused
You piece of shit
With the audacity to stay the same
Until the very end
If you had only held your tongue
Even when you were crippled
But now youre nothing
And how does that feel?
Just dirt beneath my feet
And meat for the worms
Now you can't talk shit
They say that when kin
Passes you're supposed to mourn
But they didnt mention
Those who dont deserve sympathy
Spitting on your grave
And soiling your name
Never felt so right
Can't talk shit to your children anymore
Because youre too busy
Eating shit in hell
