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(School Counselor) [Well Tyler, it's about that time. I mean you're a good kid, just misguided. So is there anything else you want to say before we end this?]My father died the day i came out of my mother's hole and left a burden on my soul until i was old enough to understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me muchhe loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake junt"bring your pops to school today", for 12 years i cheatedtold the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and "bring that dude to life day", he wasn't at the meetingmade a U-turn on the way there like "the fuck am i thinking?"birthdays, christmas, my only fuckin' wishlist was CD's (and a father) and a new fitted instead i got some CD's, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socksi was hyper 'cuz i ain't get attention from my real popscops say i'm supposed to be in jail but they don't notice mestatistics say that niggaz with no fathers ain't gon' be shitwell i guess had one, 'cuz nigga i'm ityou smell that? that's the odor of success bitch!(i know i'm not the only bastard in America so ima need some help on this next part, scream it with me niggas)FUCK YOU! i'm good. FUCK YOU! i graduated without you.i'm good. FUCK YOU! i'm good. nigga 18. i'm good FUCK YOU! i'm good. you don't gotta call nigga. i'm good. FUCK YOU! eat a dick nigga. bitchFather's day was the worst when it came to gifts 'cuz i didn't know for who and what the fuck to getnow my mama mentioned the day before that she would like... 'cuz she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuck it right?i ain't looked up to Obama and Nixon, i looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon'sthe niggaz in the vision rap 'bout the shit they cooking in the kitchenpushing keys like them niggas that was bangin' on them Keynesmy father never seen me, the nigga probably StevieSongtextehe bought me a hoodie, a couple albums, like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears and the money that my momma spent on rent and clothesyou fucking dipped out, i swear to god if i see you imma get out the M16 and let a fuckin' clip out'cuz them 16 years you let your kid downexistence, nonei don't give a fuck either, like father like sonI'M DONE.he ain't give a fuck about me, he ain't give a fuck about youhe ain't give a fuck about we, so what the fuck we gon' do?"FUCK YOU!".the cold is nice and i'm not talking 'bout the weatherthe skin is thick, no need for leatheryour father called he said you're better without himi'm not the only fuck without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed uptake it to the shop? then whatfuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuckluck on my brim, supreme keeps me warm when the cold blood swarms in my veinsfuck rain in the summer, the bummer is the fact that i'm black and i hang with white neos whose neros stays frionow this counselor is tryin' to tell me that i'm emoshe don't give a fuckd-lo, where's the trigger i'll let this bullet play heroshit, nah, nah fuck thatfuck that, i ain't deserved thisi'm over it Aus Songtexte Mania