poem
less talking
more killing
more tickets
less fuffiling
cut off some words
cut off some limbs
count the money
then do it again
this is your life dad
cash on a platter
are you prod of your self
for making it matter
when i stand by ur side
tell me who do u see
am i ur ******
or am i me
are my wished worse
than urs
must i be wiht u
on all of ur choices
im a beast of burden
not a birds that soars
and the sound that i hear
is closing doors
more killing
more tickets
less fuffiling
cut off some words
cut off some limbs
count the money
then do it again
this is your life dad
cash on a platter
are you prod of your self
for making it matter
when i stand by ur side
tell me who do u see
am i ur ******
or am i me
are my wished worse
than urs
must i be wiht u
on all of ur choices
im a beast of burden
not a birds that soars
and the sound that i hear
is closing doors