If you could see my life as it existed as it unfolded. If you could witness the twisted facts that it unloaded. Then you would understand if I exploded. Molded as a product of my environment severely scolded. Humiliated like America's Most Hated. So angry my eyes dilated. Like I was under the influence of narcotics. With a fire burning in my chest blemished and spotted. There was a time I considered it a curse to be me. The youngest of my momma's boys, the last to be free. Everybody's pointing fingers laughing. "Why did this have to happen to me?" I'm asking 'cause I can't grasp it. I vowed to tell no one how these bastards trashed my integrity. I was mad so when I got older I would smash on society. If only I knew then half of my insanity. But I denied its existence and wouldn't confront it. It kept on hissing so I kept on running. Until it bit me like a poisonous snake. It was a fate that I couldn't escape. I had a demon in me screaming for revenge. I didn't trust nobody I was afraid of making friends. Puffing on drugs led to an alcoholic binge. Catapulting me to popping pills and toasting to sin. Using women to replace what I thought was taken from me. A recipe for a chase that would keep me hungry. Falling apart with no one there to help me, In emotional poverty pretending that I'm wealthy.