Self-Destruction

Verse:
Truth is I grew up hating myself emotionally
Manipulative tried working hard all my
Life got anxiety due to trauma and
My momma and poppa watching them grow up
I didn't know what to do besides copy
And do what felt right told right and wrong
But I still looked up to those who talked bout
Getting bitches in thongs threatened to cut my
Wrist open in front of my mom when I was ten cracked
Plastic in my hand till I bled I was fifteen
Cut my wrist a few times when I was thirteen
Over you when the person
I loved most turned against me when I needed her
Most lost my self back then breaking a book case
With a baseball bat that's why I started rapping the
Emotional pain beating in my fuxing head and
Everyone I know thinks
I'm just a fuckup that I'm some fuck
Head to you punk pussy bitches you make me sick to
My fuxing stomach
I wasn't attention seeking I was depressed
Overweight and tryna always do what I was told
Till I was thirteen years old father never round me
Exposing the true meaning behind the word family
Distant from my cousins cause I didn't want
No judgement have a half brother who hates
My father for putting him in his mothers stomach
Drugs clutched both my parents tryna understand
Their own upbringings molestations for both as
Young children from my moms father molesting
Her bothers her that he's dead father got molested
By an uncle that's what he said i grew up a product
Paradoxed to my environment hard minded streets
Violence and drug addictions for
My parents for me to watch
For me to watch
For me to watch