Listen,
I feel like I was born an unwanted pregnancy,
To parents who were hardly there physically never mentally.
Numb with the drugs that made them unequipped to care for me,
Stepping out of line made them snap, so I tread carefully.
I wish that was a joke but that shits all to real.
They were slaves to substances that locked they mind with no free will.
All the time they using needles, smoking dope, and popping pills,
Me and my siblings looked for scraps in hopes to make another meal.
And there were 10 of us, so those hopes were unrealistic.
We were too young to make money and didn’t have the tools to fix it.
On the rare occasion momma cooked, I thought those days were best,
Until I found the food was cooked in the same pots that she cooked meth. Damn.
I was high from the beginning.
Addicted as a kid I can’t imagine how it’s effected all my siblings.
I still feel the pull to take it even though I did it second hand.
So when I see an addict struggle I might slightly understand.
Don’t know the roots of who I am, or who I’m to become,
I’ve got this feeling deep inside my soul that I’m the chosen one,
To vocalize the pain and feelings for my sisters and my brothers,
To take away the agony and finally recover.
Im a Bastard Child.

Ain’t no way around it, it’s just the truth.
But every time I put these words together know that it’s for you.
I’m just a Bastard Child.

The worst thing about my parents wasn’t all the drugs they used,
But how they took their anger out on all their kids that they abused.
And they can never wash away they sins.
Cause the marks from where they beat us is forever ingrained in my skin.
Scars are deep within my tissue, deeper in my mind.
My memory is clouded except for the abusive times.
Flash backs still bring me to my knees and leave me traumatized.
So even to this day my memories still leave me victimized.
I’m effected by how my parents lived carelessly.
Living in foster care hoping someone would cherish me.
4 houses later I found a family that’s there for me,
But even then I still had to go to intensive therapy.
To my parents your sons gonna make it far in life.
Taking care of his daughter with the girl he wants to make his wife.
And I’ll stop at nothing to take care of my family.
My story started tragic but I’ll make sure it ends happily.
Bastard Child.

Ain’t no way around it, it’s just the truth.
But every time I put these words together know that it’s for you.
I’m just a Bastard Child.