Father...pt.2 Det blir lite som det blir...men den kommer nog knytas ihop bättre senare... But y'all remember the first one... So tired of habits; he’s had it with maggots and such Feet’s dragging these guts releasing the battery crush Mad at the fuss, had it with tragedy he’s glad of the lusts Seeing red, being blue and having the blackest of minds It’s like sadness was literarily attached to his spine Attached to the vines of life’s lustful Garden of Eden Clinging on with hope for not fighting these heathens Believing nothing when reading stuck not retrieving… The thoughts of a great man, considered himself a looser He had abusive thoughts since it happened but he… Used it when rapping, spitted his share of beliefs Oh Christ it’s just like mother Mary married a thief Baring invariable errands of sharing the terror inside Tearing his hive, smearing the glares to the life of a child But we watched it with profanity, vanity stroked his chin Noticed a calm outside but the Oceans stormed within A formative normal kin born to win but lost the race Lost his aides, the cost was paid for this unfortunate lost race The last man standing ready to kneel in front of wheel… Of fortune foretelling the terror and torture of being alive Seen as a child but he was an incredible icon of divinity He had hate in is blood it was stained without remedy Enemies, plenty of entities plaguing this frail person And who ever thought he’d end up in jail for searching …