what do you want, all that i got?
you want me to try, to stop smokin' pot?
what role did you play for the first 13 years?
answer me that and dry those fake tears...

you can't play mom whenever you feel
i know it's not real
but you have some type of obligation
i'm cool with that, i'll play along

i moved in to help and that's about it
i'm not here to bond and all of that sh*t
step into my life and that's it, i quit
now step outside and drink a little bit

what do you want, do you want a son?
you used to have two and now you have none
so don't tell me that i need to do good
i don't let the fuckin' neighbor yell at me, why would i let you?

wrote this in eighth grade. not that much older but still...