My darkest days

Bully

i’m a hated individual
lemma give you a visual

i ‘ll take you back to 2003

before I ever opened up an alcoholic drink
I was a kid maybe 7 or 8

living up in Kaufman,
in a neighborhood of hate
the kid next door was latino prick

but I had grown accustom to his stupid little tricks
then one day he wanted to be friends

and I had thought the bullying had came to an end

then he told me as I got off the bus at my house

its me and you in my back yard in 5 little mouse

I went into my house grabbed my mama’s kitchen knife

I was not gonna f**kin march to this kids fife

I had enough, the last puff

done with the hate ,with life of the rough

this is it, this my limit

I was gonna kill em i’m not afraid to admit it
when I got to his house I stuck the knife in my pants

and was remembering when I lost it at my aunts

then out came the bully looking real proud
when suddenly there was a scream ear shattering loud

he looked down to see the knife stuck in his chest

and he didn’t get the f**kin chance to see what happened next