Disasters in drop D.

Indeed it all began with me.

A struggling kid and a drug-fucked dad.

Reason for a needle, this boy had.


Disasters in drop.

I was drug-fuck’s ammunition.

To his own son, 

He says that I am held in higher opinion.


This is fucked! Wish I were dreaming.

Now my friend inside is screaming.

Soon from dad, he learns bad lessons.

Bastard sank his moral defenses.


We hit rocks at sixteen.

Not sober, so I got over it.

Naked dash at Christine’s.

Car crash, no virginity.

Then much wasteful time was spent.

I proudly ignored him.

He froze to death from a relapse of smack.


One can’t correct what another neglects.