Lyrics The Trauma Model - King 810

A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die because she cannot provide
And her children sleep together because its so cold outside and she dont know that he hears her but she keeps him up all night
And his sisters will be mothers like her
And his brothers absent fathers like theirs
Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back
My bullet wounds start to ache i predict rain
And thats pain
A child laid alone couldnt sleep shed toss and turn fidgety and finicky like the skin she was in burned
And her father had to teach her what a mother only should and it took her further than any college degree could but it was just no good
What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast
All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghost...
And thats pain
Its the motherfuckin boogeyman
I drop to my knees and pray that i can change my ways
Ive been watching people die since i was a boy
My own life dont even matter to me imagine how i feel about yours
Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain
You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart because his head wont always get it done
And thats pain
Pain aint the scars or the cuts pain is when you know youre not enough
Pain is possessing no trust pain is when you dont feel what you touch
Pain aint shooting a man dead its afterward what happens in your head
Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that arent there