FACELESS PANIC PRAYERS

Imma keep that blade upon my waist in case my father brave

Lookin at his face and askin why the fuck a robber pray

He gone keep on thinkin he's a proper Saint

But his credit card a chopper for the oxys on his copper plate

Momma said she love me but she guilt me into sobbin stains

I had problems as a child u know I tried stoppin rain

I ain't talkin water but I'm talkin about broader thangs

But I couldn't so I got to fuckin stompin thangs

Brother was poppin pills cause it's hard to cope

He got em from his psycho father bro

Suicide and addiction runs in this pond below