Violence was in the air
I even could smell the hate
i was just 9 years old
but i knew what was going on
my tears came out
but they didn't see them
i started to scream
but they didn't listen
what could i do?
what could i say?
my family was falling apart
and my happiness was walking away
i want you to know one thing
you cannot buy me with a Big Mac
why didn't you think about me
while you were f.u.c.k.i.n.g that b.i.t.c.h.?
I'm sure you didn't, I'm sure of that
your only preoccupation was to last long enough
now, feel the pain
feel the pain that i felt that night
be alone, in a f.u.c.k.i.n.g cold room
just like i was
i didn't want to grow up like this
but that's what i have
and that's what I'm going to live
always telling me that fighting is bad
and i saw that night how my
living room turned into f.u.c.k.i.n.g Iraq
these wounds doesn't seem to heal
and this hate keep being inside of me
but thank God that i will take care about my kids
CZ i don't want them to be like me
why couldn't we stay together?
how hard could be love your kids?
i don't judge you for what you did
i just dreamed today with a family
