Hell's Moshpit

Salute DOOM, hot spoons smooth over beef rap like yo son, we don't need that arthritis in the knee caps, my speech snaps Rudy Ray Moore blaxploitation my pen bleeds big boy hatred Channel 66, the inspiration don't you dare change it my dads drunk, escape the anguish one way thank god it's Kung fu Sunday bask in the sun blaze, night fall hits out comes the fists and gun play bruises on the rib cage older me clicks the gauge pain was coming of age liquored up or sober got smacked up for falling over my range of motion was viewed as weakness trapped in the stillness born to a man who didn't understand illness scorned by the bleak shit years later, reach for the pill hits it still sits deep inside my mind violence forever apart of my design looking for signs and escape routes to kill off the self doubt with the words that come from my mouth Held hostage in Hell's mosh pit My two fathers One didn't bother The other was a monster They both lived the same mantra To breed hate Making sure love was the imposter Held hostage in Hell's mosh pit Death proof, soup and chilling lord willing, life keeps living, mighty moves 92 Jordan's had me feeling fireproof where I'm from the guns go pop in my my later years surrounded by Funko pops alone with my thoughts when the sun glow drops swimming in records of legends getting lost in within the expressions disconnecting from bastard majesty escaped the broken role model I got from the stepfather factory magically, I paint visions of escapism sitting as an inmate in this made prison lay with the blade twitching listening to father number two abuse my mother in the kitchen no choice but to stay vivid, my brains livid fame kisses my name as the pain lane switches cashing in drained wishes that the pain listens