Generational Curse

I was raised by momma with no guidance from my father

He never came around cause all we do is fight and argue

Used to spend them holiday and summers with him often

But as I got way older all I'd do is cause him problems

The volumes high in my headphones I get lost in

The music I play softens the reality that darkens

It seems the life I live has me coming short on options

So sick of this rat race and lack of space in this apartment

Catch me out at Southfield we stayed running through the breezeway

I never knew no different see that welfare had no lead way

We stood in line the center gave us cheese that last like three days

We tore stamps from books sometimes the bills we paid would be late