Verse 1: Black Tooth Grin

It was a year after the century
A date that was meant to be
For the Stars and Stripes
And booms and bangs
I'm no Joseph Gordon
But let's loop back to the past
Cuz it's time to tell my story at last
Mom wanted to know when I'd be back
BOOM was the sound of shattering glass
Mom was on dads
Like he's takin out the trash
Really all he wanted was his son back
The cut inches from an artery
Was J's fault supposedly
They coulda said they were sorry
Cuz it's still haunting me
But it didn't turn out that way
There was nothin I could say
Runnin outta breath
Like I ran a 50K
But before this track fades away
Exxchange what you gotta say
But before this track fades away
Exxchange what you gotta say

Hook 1: Devine Carama

If you could only see what's inside in me,
The devil trying to hide in me,
My whole I been living in poverty
My only resort, VIOLENCE!

I question, greatness do we fear that?
I got a message but the game don't wanna hear that,
My soul is in debt, and only God can clear that..
And if not then it's VIOLENCE!

Verse 2: Xxchange

7AM
Mama not home, she first-shiftin
Trip over a stack of past-dues, old subscriptions
But holes in my hoodie
Hand-me-down shoes, the shoelaces ancient,
Heater is broken and the cabinets is vacant
Pops stumble down the stairs
Barefoot, so his sole full of splinters
Plus he smells of corrosion and liquor
Blaming me, smack me around, scream
fiending for an apology,
Like it's my fault we living in poverty
Left hook, right hook
Got the knockout blow, ready and cocked
Swollen lip, I can't beg him to stop
His animosity, drunk hypocrisy
Beat it outta me, more furiousity
Milly-rockin me, where's mommy
I'm losing consciousness

Hook 2: Devine Carama

If you could only see what's inside in me,
The devil trying to hide in me,
My whole I been living in poverty
My only resort, VIOLENCE!

I question, greatness do we fear that?
I got a message but the game don't wanna hear that,
My soul is in debt, and only God can clear that..
And if not then it's VIOLENCE!


Verse 3: Arisocrateaze

These are the words of the impacted youth
The pain in their bars givin’ infinite truth
But what’s truly missing are the words of the dad
Who gets demeaned, diminished, when momma gets mad
Domestic disputes aren’t solely one way
The words, the hurt, build up everyday
Malicious intent, she slings anger my way
The shell of a man going to work that day
Returning home with mass hesitation
Passive aggressive behaviors got him constantly guessing
Could micro-aggressions diminish or lessen?
Hopes are dashed with more confrontation
Pressure builds up, time for dad to go
Leaving my life with my future unknown
Verbal abuse – she calls me deadbeat dad
The scars you can’t see I wish I never had

Hook 3: Devine Carama

If you could only see what's inside in me,
The devil trying to hide in me,
My whole I been living in poverty
My only resort, VIOLENCE!

I question, greatness do we fear that?
I got a message but the game don't wanna hear that,
My soul is in debt, and only God can clear that..
And if not then it's VIOLENCE!