Parents

Parents
homie: yo dude my mom can be such a bitch.
acid: my dad can be a little ass too.
homie: i know
acid: yo this beats kinda hot
homie: yeah bust it
parents, parents! don’t fuckin understand their children they all hate there bands and always wanna hold there hands cause they wanna protect and serve them. / they mean well but don’t do a good job.
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parents don’t understand they never understood they just stand around and boss us around actin like they are the kings and queens and were crowned
Like one day i was with ma gurl at the mall we went to a hall to the right / my mom saw me and ran after me like a fan. and went get out in da public and no hidin in dark corners. / made me pissed as hell that she missed the point as i am a teenager and she was my gurl and we just wanted to get kiss out of da public eye no harm was meant/ i went fuck it you fuckin suck and went on my way hopin i’d be so lucky as not to see her again / she gained up on me and caused me pain inside my head / wanted her dead for that moment / it caused embarrassing pain she gained noffin by doing that but i passed it on as bein a stupid adult thing.
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parents don’t understand they never understood they just stand around and boss us around actin like they are the kings and queens and were crowned
Outa my mudah and fudah i hated my fudah da most / he always meant well. / he wanted me to do well he always told me never climb that rail or don’t go out in hail. / i went fuck it and did it anyways / he was a air force man. / always on his way leavin in mid day finding happeniness in me when he was there was like finding a nail in a hay stack. i tacked up my raps and kept on truckin noffin couldn’ fuckin slow me down not even him / he had his misfortunes and fortunes it was all goood until he came about / i went fuck it and attempted to follow his orders. / he attempted to hollow the hip hop out of me even the rap / i called him a sap wanted to slap him across the face / he was worried for my well-being. /