Still in works\ remastered Broken Homes\ revised Open Verse of mine inspired by #Eminem\ @Eminem based on my perverse sick and twisted childhood

Now picture this

A mixture of drugs and liquor

And the only fixture wasn’t love

But the sound of constant bicker

And my daddy sneaking into mine and my half sister’s

Bedroom at night always smelling like liquor

And after he was done we were left in a corner to quiver

With only a flicker of hope and no choice but to cope

In a home so cold that you were left to shiver

Wishing that the days would go by quicker

So you can fight back when you got bigger

And the sad thing was is that our mother was in the same boat

No food in the cupboards, just us hiding behind our mother

In hopes that when dad came home she would give us cover

But instead she only cared about her dope

And getting her next score, looking to get high again

And not giving a fuck how long her children suffered

As it took her five years before she started to act like a true mother

And her conscience and confidence finally came into play again

As you see for us there was no Superman who would save us

Just her waiting for her old man to black-out, passed out

In one of his stupor again before she made her escape plan

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