I Hate the Sound of Car Keys

Like father, like son Same face, same blood Same car, same house The difference: my mouth Montgo- mery Six-foot male teen White tee, sagging jeans Big, black, angry Nigga Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen Always looking down on me, always talking down on me Stop, trauma, it runs through the family Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking Yelling and swinging and punching and Drinking and snorting and smoking Kissing, fucking, crying, lying, always Trying It's too much Every day It's too much Big, strong, football Big, strong, basketball Pick one Pick one Just pick one Oh my god Look at what you did to me Oh my god I hate the sound of car keys Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen Always talking down on me, always looking down on me Always putting your hands on me, I wish you would fucking stop I don't believe in Jesus 'cause he wasn't there for me I don't believe in my dad for the same exact reason Every man in my life commits some sort of treason And then points the blame at me as if I'm the reason (why) Father figuratively, you hung me from the family tree Because the fruits of my labor fell too far And another thing, at least Jamie had Jackie At least you had a big brother to show you right from wrong I was given a broken compass and a torn map Fuck it