Wow, great work... you almost killed grandma
Fucking dipshits, sometimes I can't stand yall
How am I supposed to act? The camel's back is broken
It snapped in a dramatic, traumatic family explosion
Now I'm trying to pick the pieces up, because that's what I've always done
It's up to me when things erupt, at home I was the oldest one
Feels if I don't focus on self improvement then no one will
Now I have no chill and every flow is overkill
Every time you broke a pill, my psyche shattered further
If I fold this decomposes so I wisely had to nurture
Our symbiosis then bring it back to stability
To always be who holds us is bogus my sadness visibly
Distracts endlessly from efficiently making art
I have a brilliancy within me til' you break my heart
I'm grateful for my family's love and everything they've done for me
But last month was dumb, yall really fuckin fucked with me
Sucks it's always on me to sweep the messes up
I love you but please you need to step it up
It's tough enough to succeed without this extra stuff so
Either you grow, or I need to go
I'm not the bread winner. I don't support us that way
More family sage restore order with what I have to say
And that's okay. It's a role that I've been glad to play
Done the shit since ninth grade, happy with no hazard pay
The diplomat. Pulling wisdom from a magician hat
My linguistic intuition fixes cataclysms at
A rate of profound efficiency it just gets to me
This gift I give expends extensive mental energy
That withers my inner musician, feel like Palpatine
Blasted so much magic that I'm old as fuck and rather mean
I'm 27 but my minds 143
Growing up I had few friends who struggled more than me
It was embarrassing like dude can I come over?
My folks are breaking shit again I don't think that they're sober
Eating dinner at the homies house feeling ashamed
When my sister calls screaming "can you come home?" and I'm like dang
"These first experiences leave deep etchings
Upon the psychic nature of the child"