D.A.D

3 AM with a drip And a sharp knife All alone in a room With a bright light All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight Fading out like the sun in a dark sky Holding on by the thread of A high kite Bearing down noones there To say it's alright Miracle coming forth From your own bloodline Little Annie was a good girl Ignorant to all the evils hiding in The woods girl Parents had a credit card Filling up her black pearl Passing by the others in her class Sails unfurled One day at school Johnny Jones started Writing Annie notes Leaving flowers in her locker Tied with pink and red bows The way the story goes They started off slow But after years of being on and off Just let it flow They were feeling the starvation And gave in to the sensation After time went by she told him Heres the situation He said he had to go into the kitchen A couple bottles down Looking for some liberation He floated out the back door Made war with the floor Broke the silence as he Ran into his mothers Encore Little Annie watched him as He drove away A slimy little eel with no bones In his vertebrae 3 AM with a drip And a sharp knife All alone in a room With a bright light All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight Fading out like the sun in a dark sky Holding on by the thread of A high kite Bearing down noones there To say it's alright Miracle coming forth From your own bloodline It's just insane The way these guys run away Then try to tell the whole world That they're brave Sit down cause you got Nothing to say She tried to call him and text him She needed someone masculine A man that she could Lean on for support Her skin was wearing thin Her father was the only one Who took it on the chin A gangster to the core He was there when they Were little kids Breath slow breath slow He said its almost over Breath slow breath slow We need your heart rate lower Breath slow breath slow I think I see the shoulder Breath slow breath slow What a beauty can I hold her A man who sticks around With hurricane force winds Can turn a town around More than your money and gin If juice is what im poring Then it's prolly for my kid You talk a lot of s**t for Somebody who's just partyin 3 AM with a drip And a sharp knife All alone in a room With a bright light All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine Talking white coats as your body Enters fight or flight Fading out like the sun in a dark sky Holding on by the thread of A high kite Bearing down noones there To say it's alright Miracle coming forth From your own bloodline Miracle coming forth From your own bloodline