Underneath.

My background deals with no love for your kin.
What hides underneath…
                 You can't even begin to imagine…

My life was a broken home with no way to fix it.
It was destroyed an ash pile and endless pit...

The house always stunk must be the drugs.
My own mother never showed me any love…

I didn't know how to take it my sister was my mom.
whenever i was upset she was there to make things calm…

I gave up i didn't care anymore.
i got used to the fact that my mom was a whore.
My family tried to show her the way but she slammed the door.
It makes an endless burning pit in my stomach right to the core.

I have no heart its been shot out of a cannon.
So the next time you go to judge me think before you speak…
because…
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine.