ThaHipHopHead - Broken Home lyrics

[Hook 1] She grew up in a broken home Broken bottles, broken hearts, hard to cope Momma wasn't around, and Dad was always lonely And the only person to keep him held over was her only Black lipstick, and a heart steeped in sin Looking like a voodoo doll with needles in her skin To everyone else, she was evil to her kin Not her fault that the Abyss appealed to her then [Verse 1] Some call her E-M-O, but see they don't know All the sh** she went through just so she can go Live a life of extensive depression, and still manage to contain herself Because if she failed to k** herself, then she'd have to explain herself Now tell yourself; is that a life worth livin'? When she got older, she spent her nights just sinnin' Bangin' dude after dude, hoping one would stick with her But all the crews cared about was getting that dick in her Her heart had a fissure, and it was only getting bigger Suicide on her mind after the fifth dismissed her The other men saw her as just a grown pup in the litter She walked around, an awkward frown, and increasingly bitter Then she met the guy, had a look in his eye The type that said "I know the pain you went through, I Am here to let you know that I also grew up poorly." She sat down, as he smiled, and began to tell his story [Hook 2] He grew up in a broken home Broken bottles, broken hearts, hard to cope Dad wasn't around, and Momma was always enraged And in her eyes, her son was constantly to blame Black tattoos, and a heart full of sin More then a thousand times, he was told he couldn't win To everyone else, he was cold to his kin Not his fault that the Abyss coaxed him right in [Verse 2] Some called him an F-A-G, too bad that they can't see He thinks of himself as an effigy, even when Sorrow endlessly Pours on him like rain, all he knows is pain But in his mindframe, the gain will be worth the pain He puts work in every day, even when called 'loser' or 'gay' Working 9 to 5, living off minimum wage He never was subject to fits of imminent rage And so far, he showed no girl his intimate ways If he's stressed he smokes some sess to soothe the edge off And takes time to s** up the night women in the street And once he's done, he's on the run, like a blue hedgehog Never once did he think that he's start livin' neat Then he met the girl, nickname: Lady Blacklip At first sight, he wanted more from her then just action He sat down, pa**ed around his story to her fully Then they marched, hearts in hand, away from the bullsh** [Outro] Two kids, growing up in broken homes Broken bottles, broken hearts, and broken hopes But now they revel in their pain, and nothing's amiss Because life isn't as strict when you're in the Abyss