The Trauma Model - King 810

The trauma model

People who have known to find genetic abnormality all within a range of normal;

And somethings come in from the environment to hurt them

Now it could be a bullet, could be a car, could be a virus or a bacteria

It blows from the environment to throw them out of balance

A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die

because she cannot provide

And her children sleep together because its so cold outside and she dont know

that he hears her but she keeps him up all night

And his sisters will be mothers like her

And his brothers absent fathers like theirs

Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back

My bullet wounds start to ache i predict rain

And thats pain!

(x2)

A child laid alone couldn’t sleep shed toss and turn fidgety and finicky like

the skin she was in burned

And her father had to teach her what a mother only should and it took her

further than any college degree could but it was just no good

What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show

And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast

All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghost…

And thats pain!

(x4)

Its the motherfuckin boogeyman

I drop to my knees and pray that i can change my ways

Ive been watching people die since i was a boy

My own life dont even matter to me imagine how i feel about yours

Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser

is slain

You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart because his head

won’t always get it done

And thats pain!

(x5)

(Pain ain’t the scars or the cuts pain is when you know youre not enough)

(Pain is possessing no trust pain is when you dont feel what you touch)

(Pain ain’t shooting a man dead its afterward what happens in your head)

(Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that arent there.

And thats pain