Emotion

Emotion

All my life it seems like I've been dealin' with shit.
Even so, I've tried to be one who gives more than I get,
but all the people surroundin' me
make it feel like they're drownin' me
always bitchin and houndin' me
poking, proddin' and poundin' me.

Just an innocent boy, until that day he first hit me,
and hit me, and punched and kicked and damn he just bit me.
It came again and again.
Man, not in front of my friends.
Think of the message you send.
Will this shit ever end?

But it didn't, in fact it got a whole lot worse.
And she was just too busy poppin pills from her purse,
and snortin coke, smokin weed,
although the kids were in need.
All 'bout yourself, so much greed.
Should need a license to breed.

You damn well should, but you don't and that's just how things are.
You need a license to fish, hunt, work, drive a car.
But having kids that aint hard.
Just let them run in the yard,
and hope they dont go retard.
Damn, I am mentally scarred.

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Cause I was built on logic, not on emotion.
So I'm cold and I'm dark like the depths of the ocean.
Aint tryin to start no commotion, or promote some new notion.
I'm just sayin, devotion for me comes in slow motion.

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But anyway, let me jump back to the story I'm tellin.
I believe we're at the part with all the screamin and yellin.
Let's not leave out the neglect,
or the way it would affect
this group of hopeless rejects,
but I don't mean disrespect.

Oh but I do, matter of fact I'll make this perfectly clear.
Come over here, is that a tear, or fear? Is this too severe
for you to handle right now?
How should I handle this, how?
Should I sit back and allow
or milk the shit like a cow?

Now I'm all grown, and I’m really tryin’ not to complain.
But it’s insane, always strainin', drainin', pain in my brain.
Used to bruise and abuse me,
now you're choosing to use me.
Should be tryin to defuse me,
will all you folks please excuse me!

I aint proud, no I'm not braggin cause I'm hard or I'm cold,
but I'll probably be this way till like a hundred years old.
Or maybe just a few less,
from all the anguish and stress,
feelings supressed and compressed,
paired with obsessive excess.

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Cause I was built on logic, not on emotion.
So I'm cold and I'm dark like the depths of the ocean.
Aint tryin to start no commotion, or promote some new notion.
I'm just sayin, devotion for me comes in slow motion.

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