kid named brad

live where the dreams have died lies/ use of a med for the misery misery

and the dusky streams gone dry fly/

fighting for a piece of pie high/

welfare they think were flys yeah/

my sisters always thinks frightenin always compliant to these guys wearing a pussies guise/

it really gets a rise always rioting buys flowers then beats her/

my nephew must be confused as fuck seeing dudes rule her shit and abuse her shit/

till a peaceful night sleep is a gift drift/ cuz all i seen is this her getting beat the shit/

out of black and blue night terrors persist too/ lookin in the mirror 'fraid thats gun' be you

 

well my dad is john john left/

i like john fuck mom/

the reason that my daddies are gone are because of mom/

my friends tellin me im weird I have more then one/

till the kid has to choose loyalty and dcf steps in/

and he becomes a foster kid, whose the boss of him/

always feels empty so the kid that lives across from him/

become his father figure be like me why bother nigga/

always feel empty asks to sell, he pass a hit/

he starts baggin it now he think hes big till he gits in sticky shit ass all kicked/

he asks the chick but never invest rejection/

and it all stems from him not trusting mom cuz them/

boy friends fraid of being them or worse being his dad/

yea this is a verse about a kid named brad/