Story Of The Stairs

And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know

He did had one visit with his mother

I think during the time that he lived with me

And she brought him a huge box, filled with gifts

you know, clothes and all kinds of little goodies and stuff

And it sat in the corner, untouched, literally for months

he'd never opened anything, he just left the box there

What's goin' on in your mind

When someone you haven't seen since you were nine

Is out on your door step right now

Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door

We found out he escaped from a psych ward

And stole grandma's car, rest her soul

I know that's off topic, but I miss her so

So ironic that she was blind

but told me how handsome I was every time that I walked in the door

Can't lie say it was easy being fourteen on February 14th

Watching a body die in my arms

Then have to go to a school that I hated

Where my grades indicated

That i don't give a fuck what's going on a couple hours later on

And not to mention that one bitch that I loved

By the way I call her bitch because she was

Wanted me to catch another MAN fucking her

Invited me over, told me to come into the front, come up stairs

And say what's up and there she was little slut

I was broken hearted should of broke that bitch's jaw

Just for playin' me like a chump

But I step into the garage grab one

Of her brother's rifles, went outside, and shot that other

Mothafucka's truck up

I guess that's what lead me to cuffs

Becomin' common in my life like funerals was

Daddy's less common now he gave up after he had the judge to

Pin a fuckin felony on his son funny enough me and aunt Bonnie

Are even closer start to feel some weight lift off his shoulder

Till i piled back on when a

radiologist told her she got breast cancer and

Might not live much longer,

fast forward the women that i call my mother isn't my mother

or even blood but that's how much i love

Her and im feeling awkward cause the doorbells from

the person that i call "her" maybe i ain't ready for it,

Shit, what should i wear?

fuck that i ain't going down there i waited over a decade for closure

why should i receive it if it might not

be something i want to hear in the mirror

is an empty reflection and in my head i

question i want to ask like where the fuck did you go?

Why did you turn my birthdays into the

worst days every year that you didn't show?

and if you must know i didn't turn out to

be much else fell in trouble fell face first

through a pile of hell took four snuffs of

the devils and my manager helping me cause

i couldn't take a piss by myself but i

did get a record deal and all my records got

that making of a legend feel and i did

have a daughter who i promise the way that

way you made me felt is the way she will

never, feel flip a benadryl on my cup fuck

it im sickin up pit in my stomach,

clenching all my muscles stiffin up, i ain't been

this nervous since i got [?

] over a surface cover with ashes and jump took a [?] sit

it down [?] my chucks reach for the door but

my hands sweaty I'm anxious as fuck couldn't

even hit the stairs without remembering

how many years i was there waiting to see

your car pull up, huh

Now you saying she's right there, now you saying she's right there?

You telling me if I open up this door

right here that she'll been standing right

there?

Huh, and after all these years am I wrong for having this fear

And of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror

Open up the door and then I see her

*Opens door*