The Pain Is My Home

My mind is a prison/ With bars that I've written/ To lock you in a place of pain/ Where I'm living/ Bring you to my kitchen/ Show you the lies given/ By rats and flies who've altered my vision/ Trust no body- The life Ive been living/ Ever since my ex-wife tried in that kitchen/ To slice me up like I was fried chicken/ No I'm not kidding/ And yes there is more/ Like Two-headed snakes on the living room floor/ One is my cousin, the other is a whore/ But watch your step cuz there might be more/ One named Nikki/ The other named Sam/ And both our products of a devilish plan/ To turn a good boy to a devilish man/ By breaking his heart with a devilish scam/ And both of them bite, Ive seen it before/ If you run, you can make it to the bedroom door/ Inside, no flies, no rats, no snakes/ Instead, there's a bike and a birthday cake/ But the bikes got rust and the cake has mold/ Cause I bought them for my son when he was 2 years old/ And now he's turning 4, But I wont see his face/ Because he's held captive, by a devilish snake/ And now your free to go, from prison by a poem/ Me, I serve a life sentence. The pain is my home.