ahm.. i am not a rapper

it’s just me, alone at home, sitting on the couch in my fathers boxer shorts.

where is my life heading, and why should i bother?

Watch some you tube, the whiskey of the weak,

escape from reality for another hour, just to find it’s worst then before

now, go ahead and watch some more.

piano sounds comming out of the bathroom, i am opening the door,

there is my father, naked, playing the piano under the running water.

Write it down on prose, the whiskey of the strong,

escape from reality for another hour, just to find out its the same as before

now, go ahead and write some more.

here father, those belong to you, from now on, i am on my own

naked as the day i was born.