Story of the Stairs

And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know
He did had one visit with his mother
I think during the time that he lived with me
And she brought him a huge box, filled with gifts
you know, clothes and all kinds of little goodies and stuff
And it sat in the corner, untouched, literally for months
he'd never opened anything, he just left the box there

What's goin' on in your mind
When someone you haven't seen since you were nine
Is out on your door step right now
Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door
We found out he escaped from a psych ward
And stole grandma's car, rest her soul
I know that's off topic, but I miss her so
So ironic that she was blind
but told me how handsome I was every time that I walked in the door
Can't lie say it was easy being fourteen on February 14th
Watching a body die in my arms
Then have to go to a school that I hated
Where my grades indicated
That i don't give a fuck what's going on a couple hours later on
And not to mention that one bitch that I loved
By the way I call her bitch because she was
Wanted me to catch another MAN fucking her
Invited me over, told me to come into the front, come up stairs
And say what's up and there she was little slut
I was broken hearted should of broke that bitch's jaw
Just for playin' me like a chump
But I step into the garage grab one
Of her brother's rifles, went outside, and shot that other
Mothafucka's truck up
I guess that's what lead me to cuffs
Becomin' common in my life like funerals was
Daddy's less common now he gave up after he had the judge to
Pin a fuckin felony on his son funny enough me and aunt Bonnie
Are even closer start to feel some weight lift off his shoulder
Till i piled back on when a
radiologist told her she got breast cancer and
Might not live much longer,
fast forward the women that i call my mother isn't my mother

or even blood but that's how much i love

Her and im feeling awkward cause the doorbells from
the person that i call "her" maybe i ain't ready for it,
Shit, what should i wear?
fuck that i ain't going down there i waited over a decade for closure
why should i receive it if it might not
be something i want to hear in the mirror
is an empty reflection and in my head i
question i want to ask like where the fuck did you go?
Why did you turn my birthdays into the
worst days every year that you didn't show?
and if you must know i didn't turn out to
be much else fell in trouble fell face first
through a pile of hell took four snuffs of
the devils and my manager helping me cause
i couldn't take a piss by myself but i
did get a record deal and all my records got
that making of a legend feel and i did
have a daughter who i promise the way that
way you made me felt is the way she will
never, feel flip a benadryl on my cup fuck
it im sickin up pit in my stomach,
clenching all my muscles stiffin up, i ain't been
this nervous since i got [?
] over a surface cover with ashes and jump took a [?] sit
it down [?] my chucks reach for the door but
my hands sweaty I'm anxious as fuck couldn't
even hit the stairs without remembering
how many years i was there waiting to see
your car pull up, huh
Now you saying she's right there, now you saying she's right there?
You telling me if I open up this door
right here that she'll been standing right
there?
Huh, and after all these years am I wrong for having this fear
And of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror
Open up the door and then I see her
*Opens door*