A.L. Laureate - Automated Negligence lyrics
July 12, 1987 The resurgence of hate brings me into this earth With a curse Directed from my father cause to him I was a bother From the start I was rejected he don't seem to regret it Moms was beat spat at with hate Flipped her confidence in men into a distrust in all of them 4 years into this earth barely new this individual He's what you would call a deadbeat and a criminal I talk to myself question his decisions I could always sense he would never pa** the outerlimits Of knowing me giving me love where its supposed to be Thank god for my mom protecting me from such harm Damn he couldnt do this for me 2? Was it his messed up upbringing Or something more conflicting Problems of his past got lost in the dash But rather than go through them he hid his demons in his stash What's life when your circle around the same thing Thinking heavy of situations its nonexisting Inherits without choice Listened to the lower power Programming his soul and spirit to be sour Cant fight it Naw naw He's in a crisis Quantized to the tempo of satan and his likeness He don't want me I guess ill never know why His negligence is live and mortified All this has led me to be subdued On a route paved down onto a crushed groove With both hands on my head I frown and descend To a place where failure continues to regress I detest whove I become Unlike my peers I tend to disagree with me being a good son I pray my mother forgives me your son doesnt think highly of himself I'm quiet but really screaming out for help What's this Insanity and paranoia My delusion Since I left california At age 23 I could see it Depression followed me b4 birth it aint genetically a secret Now that yall know Its shocking to behold How a dude so nice could think so low In my defense if there's one thing I could say Demons stay locked in my brain every second of the day What's life I circle around the same thing Thinking heavy of situations its nonexisting Inherit without choice Listen to the lower power Programming my soul and spirit to be sour Cant fight it Naw naw I'm in a crisis Quantized to the tempo of satan and his likeness I don't want it I guess ill never know why My negligence is live and mortified