You call yourself a family man, stuck in a distorted history made by your rules
in moral values rooted in the past.
My brothers are strangers, my timeline is a curve, smoking when it's deadly, not drinking to forget, I want to watch the Pope making porn with a nun.
Your wife, white trash hardcore believer,was bought in eviction, you see her as your property and treat her as a mule.
My partner is an individual, she's one, with me, we are two, for me a family man is far from being you.
And then you come to my place, just tell me what's your truth, try to sell me your bullshit, my offer...screw you.
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