When I Was Little

How come when I was a little, It seemed my life was better, No fears and a warm sweater,good years thrown down the shredder, stay clear of the cold weather, adhere for the home wrecker, My fears began to bloom, Because Dad went looney toons, Throwing shoes at my mommy In The living room Pullin hair, breaking chairs, unaware, he didnt end there, my veins throb, screamin stop but he could not stop, I thought it'd end soon But we never called the cops, All These hard knocks got my food box in bigger knots than King kongs rocks, Is this all Gods plot to bring me from the bottom all the way to the top, I balled everyday, 250 shots, just to block those sick thoughts that start to provoke, this rope to choke, this is no joke, its poison oak, I would sit and mope and let this sin evoke, go drive a in a ditch, and hope its a tree that I hit