Transformation
Woke up while I expected to have some fine days,
My emptiness will probably fade, I think it's a just a phase
Usually draw just to hide away from all the angered pain
No damn scribbles, just dead bodies, and their busted veins
I didn't wanna just fight cause I'd cave in a couple skulls
Even if I'm just living at home, everything was fucking dull
So I tried my hand at walking home while I was all alone
Till a big nice car gave me a ride, said he will take me home
Hours fucking later, I'm in a bed with my underwear by my head
He came right through the door, ready to get between my legs
I felt a big, hard, rod entering right into my guts
It went on for hours, and I think I was bleeding from my guts
He'd maybe start making me scream if I knew how to speak
I'm glad I couldn't, cause so far, everything was looking bleak
I guess no one would believe me, specially since I was transitioned
I bet they all laugh and judge because I was going through resistance
They found him up in this trash home, they knew he did me wrong
And I was only 6 years old to know what's going on
Where's my fucking mama at? I'm sorry, I was wrong
I survived, so they praised me for being fucking strong
They'd probably point and laugh if I was to ever tell my story
So why the fuck should I care if I went through purgatory
It doesn't matter now cause I'm fucking home
It just pisses me off when I know the fact that me being
In this institution will soon bring ruin to my heart
Too many people are unforgiving, that's a given
They got way too many people in this room, spiral minds are driven.
Matter of fact, they got a 5 year old girl in this shit
She acts all buddy buddy when she be asking for dick and shit and she
Asking her roommates from down south to have her pussy licked
Then she gets all mad and fights them cause she has a hissy fit
Did me the worst, she was just begging to have her fingers bit
Don't think I'm crazy, it's just tough when you go through a lot of shit
I hear they playing Bad and Boujee on the radio, there's
Too much kids in here, the reception is a fucking ratio
It was torture
I just wanna fucking scorch her
Treat me like shit
But fuck that sorry for your loss shit
Nowadays, It's still a struggle with crying for help
Broke up with my ex girl cause someone offered to help
She thought it was fucking nice to leave me to figure herself out
But spent a year and half doing the same shitty route
Fuck that fake deep shit
You a bitch and ain't worth shit, I'm glad the guy that I'm with now treats me right
So fuck you, bitch
My emptiness will probably fade, I think it's a just a phase
Usually draw just to hide away from all the angered pain
No damn scribbles, just dead bodies, and their busted veins
I didn't wanna just fight cause I'd cave in a couple skulls
Even if I'm just living at home, everything was fucking dull
So I tried my hand at walking home while I was all alone
Till a big nice car gave me a ride, said he will take me home
Hours fucking later, I'm in a bed with my underwear by my head
He came right through the door, ready to get between my legs
I felt a big, hard, rod entering right into my guts
It went on for hours, and I think I was bleeding from my guts
He'd maybe start making me scream if I knew how to speak
I'm glad I couldn't, cause so far, everything was looking bleak
I guess no one would believe me, specially since I was transitioned
I bet they all laugh and judge because I was going through resistance
They found him up in this trash home, they knew he did me wrong
And I was only 6 years old to know what's going on
Where's my fucking mama at? I'm sorry, I was wrong
I survived, so they praised me for being fucking strong
They'd probably point and laugh if I was to ever tell my story
So why the fuck should I care if I went through purgatory
It doesn't matter now cause I'm fucking home
It just pisses me off when I know the fact that me being
In this institution will soon bring ruin to my heart
Too many people are unforgiving, that's a given
They got way too many people in this room, spiral minds are driven.
Matter of fact, they got a 5 year old girl in this shit
She acts all buddy buddy when she be asking for dick and shit and she
Asking her roommates from down south to have her pussy licked
Then she gets all mad and fights them cause she has a hissy fit
Did me the worst, she was just begging to have her fingers bit
Don't think I'm crazy, it's just tough when you go through a lot of shit
I hear they playing Bad and Boujee on the radio, there's
Too much kids in here, the reception is a fucking ratio
It was torture
I just wanna fucking scorch her
Treat me like shit
But fuck that sorry for your loss shit
Nowadays, It's still a struggle with crying for help
Broke up with my ex girl cause someone offered to help
She thought it was fucking nice to leave me to figure herself out
But spent a year and half doing the same shitty route
Fuck that fake deep shit
You a bitch and ain't worth shit, I'm glad the guy that I'm with now treats me right
So fuck you, bitch
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Writer(s): Domajai Miles
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