adolescence
back in 87...
... it was me, who was a kid.
No point to mention
what mom and dad did.
Pops landed prison.
Mom landed alone.
Pull me by my arm,
to put me on the phone.
Waiting on the line...
just to hear him yell at me.
Instilling discipline from the penitentiary?
His words, I couldn't hear.
The facts, I couldn't see...
... dealing with life,
before becoming a teen.
... it was me, who was a kid.
No point to mention
what mom and dad did.
Pops landed prison.
Mom landed alone.
Pull me by my arm,
to put me on the phone.
Waiting on the line...
just to hear him yell at me.
Instilling discipline from the penitentiary?
His words, I couldn't hear.
The facts, I couldn't see...
... dealing with life,
before becoming a teen.
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