Matthew Murdoch Vonsh... THE BARD

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I edited my profile with..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... ..................................... .....................................grew up alone shunned by his peers. drowned his sorrows and fears with 32oz corona beers. grew cold through out the years, scared. cuz his father was never there. only words he ever heard from him was "i dont care" unprepared for the worlds ice cold reality. so he fell into a deeper hole thinkin thats how it had to be. so sad to see but magically he became grown but without a home so now aimlessly he roams analyzin life wonderin what itd be like. if his mother never gave birth that chilly april night. ............................................................ ................. Now hes starin at the sky, screamin why wuntin to cry or fuckin die cuz when ur wings are tattered and torn its to hard to fly. its hard to keep goin on orwhen everyone says that ur wrong, n that u got shitty songs. respected by only himself.hes thinkin about pulin that gun off the shelf to end all the humiliation hes felt. but fuck it we all gotta deal with the cards we were delt. and sometimes no ones there to see u tryin it feels like it aint worth ur time, fuck it ill keep writin my rhymes every day, till i fade away to the grey n black never comin back liek dad as a matter of fact........................................................ ............................................... sittin stressin sinkin deeper n deeper into depression. u only taught me one lesson, n its that every woman is a blession not object to use and abuse through and through one thing thats true, is ill never end up like u, never will i plant a seed then plan to leave n break free jus to seek out my own greed. this is how now it has to be, and when it comes to u and me there is no we. jus to broken hearts that slowly bleed. ive thought about it over n over again. u as a father shoulda been a friend till the end there to bend n lend a helpin hand. there to show me how to be man,damn. ui guess it wasnt in your plans so now here lost by myself is where i stand.now i wunna go back t'that broken home. cuz theres no roof above my dome cept for the top of the honda that i own. ima long way gon' ....but not yet there rollin on empty and the smell death's in the air its heartbreakin to think about the family that was there. and the fact that the never really cared, and that whole time in ur mind u were unaware....but i dont give a fuck because im strong built by myself with 2 blunts a bottle and a broken arm. no bolts or screws the misery's what keeps me goin on. i live right and wrong depending on ur views of life and how u hear the song....im not the type of person whos ashamed of what they do when i was young someone said "ur actions'll make you, and it doesnt matter how strong u are cuz a rock can break too" it is what it is for that ill remain true....and thats wut ive done since day one. snow sleet rain or sun...but i always wait till the moment passes to cherish wut happened and for that fact alone i know why i can only express myself through rappin.....i wunna go home but homes unknown.