I was born in the gutter
Raised by Northerners
And a naïve,18yr old wild mother
We were poor
Poorer than poor
Father worked two jobs and with my uncle they ran a tropical fish store
Poor as we were, my father was a hustler
Knew all the local criminals but not a single word about it could I utter
Stolen TVs, VCRS and even got my first computer at 4, thicker than a brick of butter
Daddy told me “No games for you! Learn to code them” 1000 games in a book and so I fucking learned them
Started tweaking them so that they resembled Star Wars, man I loved em!!
So did my friends and now I’m writing “Escape from New York”, lemme show them!!
Primary school had a BBC
And it was ABC to me
Teachers mesmerised by golden haired boy, an they couldn’t restrain me
Scholarships came through
But my English skills was poo so what’s a poor child supposed to do?
That fucking hurt! My dad was so sad and right then was when I knew!
Language was where I needed to be
Fuckin ABC give me a poem and a dictionary
Next thing I’m writing novels and fanfiction but home was full of violent friction
Less said the better
The tears made my pages wetter
I started drinking just to try to forget her, but the shit only made me write better!
I couldn’t win so at 13 I quit
Fuck all of the good boy shit
Started smoking cannabis an damn it was that good shit! Lemme hit it!!
My grades dropped by my IQ peaked
Damn! These crazy council estate lads are fuckin sweet!!
Riding in passenger seats of stolen cars tryin to escape the heat!
Career wise/Wanted to a fighter pilot
Top Gun got me crazy hot! I need a thot!
But that’s when the brainrot started emerging just to make me fucking lose the plot…
15 I’m a 1st Dan and I’m following MY plan
But next thing I know my friend has got us in a tight jam
Wrote off 5 cars, broke my spine and nearly killed my babygirl Sam…
Now I’m in a hospital wishin I was dead
High off of morphine/Listening to Jim Morrison
Naked, still and my eyes all glazed over red
1 month of no movement
My friends all said they saw improvement
But opiates stopped me from having bowel movement!
I think I found my cure! I want murr!
No pain that I endure!
Head humming feeling like I’m fuckin cool guy call me Midge Ure!!
Got released but they stopped my meds
I’m losing my fuckin head!
Withdrawals dying, sweating cold lost in my bed
Then a friend came and put me on
That sacred Hero-on!
Took some in and damn kid! Pulp Fiction fuckin nailed it son!
Got arrested at 17
Too late for me/I’d turned mean
Graduated to smoking green, eating shrooms, gettin p00ssy an trying to be a James Dean!
Did I mention that I had a son
16yrs old man, what’s going on?
Baby blue eyed, golden hair, I name thee CARAMON!!
99 baby number 2
I tried so hard to see it through
But heroin dragged me in/my girl threw ‘The Doors’ man an she kicked me through…
SO here I am
All these years later
Still ain’t a hater/Just a ciggie smoking fight provokin thought instigator…
See ya later.
(MassImpact is to blame for this! He said “Be creative!”, challenge accepted Martian!! How did I do?)