This one goes to my siblings
The ones who had to live with me
And breathe the air that i need
When I was dying for weed
Or something else to ease
The pain that I'd bleed
And lookie see
Here comes the queen
Who bears the means
To act as she would please
She never cleans
Never said sorry
Always was mean
One two three
I'm knee deep in flesh and beef
My nose fell off from the smells of unwashed teeth
A sister died
I will always remember
May she rest in piece
No not RIP
Cause that just seems disrespectful to me.
Hey police
Yeah its me
She is being mean
Captive thief
Stealing thing
Like thoughts of grief
Turning them
Into slaves of greed.
Take me with you
I didn't want to have to choose
But I guess
It's this or the noose.

Her only wishes
Are for us to do the dishes
Who cares if she will leave us
The laundry is stacked
The baskets have cracked
From the weight that it had
Snapping the camel's back.
I'm taking care of the kids
I'm making a difference
I'm making decisions that should be forbidden
My thoughts have to remain written
In fear of being smitten
Or bitten
From the poisonous fangs that were embedded
In her head of dread
If her will was to die
Then we would all be dead
It's her will or none instead
Who cares if I'm bleeding to death
As long as she gets her best
My deathbed will be in this motherly nest
And as the the scars on my chest
Counted the times I was oppressed
the law looked past all the rest
And the law looked past my flesh
It was circumstantial evidence at its best
Instead it bears the fruit of her breath
And surpasses the test
In a passive aggressive stench
Staining our nostrils in red
From the blood she would shed
From the flowers that withered to death
Passive aggressive is the kind version I guess.

Those mindless drones
Being controlled
Yet being the last to know.
What happens when they see
Will they too just leave?
Left to our own lungs to breathe
In this poisonous steed.
Three numbers to call
But three letters to change
Until we're left in the darkness of it all
Or left in a loving embrace
We've forgotten of that taste
Does love even taste?
Or are our actions just a waste?
We are facedown
But being stepped on our face
Yet as long as it doesn't leave a viable trace
The queen remains ruling her birthplace.
Driven mad by her greed
The king ran off with her noblest steed
The king ran off without his own ring.
Calling occasionally
His promise of change
Is saddening and angering
He has no control of the wicked witch
So we stay here and sit
Oppressed like a fish
Swimming in the guts of his brethren
But living in such a way that it looks like heaven
Living in a way that looks like stars past eleven
Our sins always remember but never forgiven
Lashed with the bones of the living
In world against the children of ten.