don't know who i am
probably coz my life did'nt go
according to my nasty parents plan
moms and pop's face tainted
with their own disgrace
Every wrinkle a excuse they started hating
another night where they gave up waiting
so i beame carefree
which made them not care for me
could not take the pressure they
ponded upon me
forced to fit into their criminal society
all i wanted was them to respect my experssion of mind
but they were too blind with their own heartless kind

to the world we were the good rich ethnic family
for real they were more evil
then the devil,
down there on lucifers level
the demons that surrounded me
wanted to get at my brother
he broke free
only to be killed by another
now nothing is left the money the lifestyle
the firm all gone
even death has appeared
within their moors

Now its their turn
strangely they all wait to die but
even god prolongs the agony
that makes them cry