As i lay on the floor flat
you walk on me like a door mat
I've got your footprint on my sore back
and i swore that
pigs would fly, the day that your back
I can't ignore facts
i want nothing more than pride back
the feeling inside that
makes me feel like I'm trapped
I didn't feel like that
until you came back
and played games that
called names that
maimed, aimed at
taking the reigns back
making my brain snap
you want my last name back
after it was gave back
I lay back
dreamin' bout the day that
I can say that
you could sit as i sat
so we could have a nice chat
bout the life that
I got back
but, didn't want back
but, you would just talk smack
thats how you resolve spats
brass knuckles and ball bats
harsh words, and names called back
"piece of $hit", I was called that
"bit<h" was called back
then you would haul back
and attack
theres another loud crack!
as you smack, and i snack
on teeth that have cracked
I don't treat you like that
I don't even fight back
I don't wanna speak to you like that
weeks have passed
there is no "we", cause "we" don't last
so lets leave our past
believe our past
no need to retrieve our past
I'm not what you need
so please leave my a$$

It's like youre living in my world