i was born in 93 the son of a crackhead
see dad didnt know his son would be impacted
when he started drinking and ridin round with a mac ten

he had it great in high school way back when
it started off fun just a drink on the weekends
go to a party get a buzz feel decent

every single drink took him closer to the deepend
drinking led to worse soon hes smoking on tree limbs
stayin out too late he cant make it to practice

but his biggest dream ever was to play for the packers
grades slippin cause he had to work a job too
too much to handle college ball slippin from view

his dad was never there, to show em the love
so he hung with the wrong friends and turned to drugs
middle of his senior season with no one to lead em

he dropped out cause himself he didnt even believe in
tried to stay off the radar, away from the cops
cause back then he would sell his soul just to buy some rocks

met a small woman in a bar with nothing goin for her
looking for a getaway a childhood of horror
they talked for a little while he liked what he saw

decided to take it to the house instead of the bar
both of em cowards from their problems they runnin
but they didnt know they left a seed inside of her stomach

couple months went by and she started to notice
there were no periods and she was looking kinda bloated
so with fear in her heart she picked up the phone and called

to say she was pregnant and she began to ball
he just sat back and listened quiet and amazed
thinking this a mistake i made back in the day

with nasty drug habits child support couldnt be paid
so they had to stick together saying thats the only way
then they had an idea, blew it out of proportion

since they couldnt afford it put it up for abortion
they both agreed and then the date was set for a week
but on the morning of, tears rolled down her cheek

she didnt know if she could quite bring herself to do it
what about for the kid what about his future
she stood up for herself, decided to cancel it

even if the dad was on crack and cannibus
4 months later they had a son you see
brown hair blue eyes, and that son was me

small trailor home not a good place to rent
those were a few of the worst years of my life i ever spent
dads addiction got worse and all that was on my wishlist

was to have a normal life he stole my presents at christmas
took em round the corner, sold em for drugs
felt like god was just toying with my life for fun

he would get drunk and beat me, smoke up crack with the tv
thinking about killing myself why does the world even need me
things started to progress we got outta that house

prolly left while my dad was passed out on the couch
the smart thing happened and my parents seperated
i stayed with my moms, i knew we would make it

got back in school finally settled my mind
but my freshman year of highschool we moved 5 times
couldnt focus for nothing my grades not high enough

like i was boxing satan with my hands tied up
mom got behind, back on the pills
satans on a mission and hes looking to kill

xanex til she crashed checked her into emergency
she ripped out the IV and went home with no surgery
i dont want it to seem like im going for recognition

but theres a piece of my life i think people are missing
they just see a normal dude with a smile on his face
and when i say im from the bottom, they aint respectin my place

but life is better now, both parents are sober
and they payin bills, no threat of being homeless
i just had to let you see it through my life that i live

but i still love you both, sincerely your kid.