[Capital J]

Being depressed and so fed up with stress,
got me anxious to rest,
got me thinking about death,
the gun i caress aimed at my chest,
breaking out in cold sweats,
firmly pressed against my left breast,
the situation grows intense,
about to become grotesque,
take in a deep breath,
proceed to press,
hope for the best,
the airs compressed,
the bullet ejects,
with no success,
wide to the left
like a feild goal kicker that missed the attempt
it makes me horn-mad,
but the truth is I"m just sad,
of not having a dad,
sick of trying to act glad when I ain"t glad,
so I strap on this armor clad
this keypad slash notepad as a launchpad,
step back and bushwhack, attack, and clash,
crack bones on impact,
as soon as I smack,
letting loose the maniac,
That my dad birthed,
to curse, put me on this earth to make me hurt,
make me go berserk and then disperse, desert,
thats why I make this verse,
to make him hurt worst,
quench my thirst not by gatoraide by the aid of words,
he's on each and every one of my last nerves,
and for that American history X when his face meets the curb,
No child support,
warrants cause he missed court, didn't report,
so we wern't served, so me and my moms and 4 other sisters and brothers are doing poor, life in a volvo and Days Inn are hardcore,
we always arguing and going to war,
who sleeping in the seats whos sleeping on the floor,
mom contemplating off being a hor
But before that she met dave,
went on a date,
6 months lat, got engaged, ,
even though hes a fag he gets paid,
he works at waste management has it made,
makes mom feel great and pays for a place for us to stay,
beds to lay, a computer for music to make,
even though his ass I hate,
for a step farther hes like my real farther a fake,
moms upset so here goes again section 8,
been on that my whole life ain't shit changed