Again...
Growin' up friends to brothers, givin' so much respect and still offend like others
everyone bitchin like mothers, allways continue's and the argue smothers
Doin the best for them but mates still hate, not showin' the gate only when it rates
Depression enters food on the plate makin me overweight, no deflate, turnin to a debate
Its gone on so long the date is forgotten, nothin changin late become rotten
goin on i hope you choke on great cotten, gettin on my nerve, transfered with your fate totten
Tell me what you think, i will add more soon.
