How could you have Ever compared yourself And had the pride In being a parent? When you showed your kin None of that Did it make you feel like a man When you raised your hand? You raised your hand to your children You belittled and abused You piece of shit With the audacity to stay the same Until the very end If you had only held your tongue Even when you were crippled But now youre nothing And how does that feel? Just dirt beneath my feet And meat for the worms Now you can't talk shit They say that when kin Passes you're supposed to mourn But they didnt mention Those who dont deserve sympathy Spitting on your grave And soiling your name Never felt so right Can't talk shit to your children anymore Because youre too busy Eating shit in hell