BORN INTO SIN

i started from a seed 

was cared for tenderly, it was a garden 

the brother of eden it was Antonio

and deep into these roots i felt the warmth 

of my mother's green thumb sliding on the leaves

that had begun to grow on me nature told 

her watering is all you need, feed this seed 

and in time i'll meet your mean see she saw 

her plantations grow deep into this garden...

but with a young mind she had the dirt money 

engraved inbetween her fingers, she smiled 

and i smiled back...i was growing, was about to make my

mark on this here's earth when my grandfather then 

stumbled out with glass eyes like amber my mother 

yelled GROW FASTER DEAR

i can hear her screaming in 

my ear, i couldn't I am a root but she placed me by the fruit of 

her knowledge, the knowledge God

gave her...just why did he 

have to give it to her at such a young age when she was 

already delicate cuz just then 

with my grandfather's hands he

created a river of alcohol

a love of waterfalls ballin over my bare face the label of this 

drank called SIN drowned me satan

took over his body i can 

feel um breathin underneath the splinters of his tounge 

each drop of blood drained the gut

of his grandchildren's children 

and forever would we learn in sin from the force of this curse that

I live in and my mother she would hate

to admit that her own 

kin would eventually grow in this world as red bulging thorns 

i guess I have his hands too cuz I could

also feel um growin out of my 

fingertips and there's no escape from it,

from the agitating 

of making mistakes from falling into um

reminds me of my grandpa

and i would hate to think that i was in infant

intoxicated at birth, but...try to understand 

that I wasn't born a sinna...unfortunately I was born into sin...