Program broke,
genes missed a stroke.
Suppose to be,
like good old daddy.
Mean and selfish,
evil and devilish.

We travel to unravel,
influences of the devil.
A fathers hand reaching from afar,
join daddy in his kookie jar.
Papa was a rolling stone,
wherever he laid his hat was his home.
Momma was a junkie,
jumping for dope like a monkey.

In the ocean of life,
cut birth cords with a knife.
Recognition of fractions,
still making sensible subtractions.
Some math doesn't add up,
it only serves to corrupt.

Corrected mathematics,
on board just tactics.
Overcoming,
not succumbing.
Survival a must,
no face in
dust.

Choice!

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