I Hate the Sound of Car Keys

Like father, like son
 Same face, same blood
 Same car, same house
 The difference: my mouth
 Montgo- mery
 Six-foot male teen
 White tee, sagging jeans
 Big, black, angry
 Nigga
 Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen
 Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen
 Always looking down on me, always talking down on me
 Stop, trauma, it runs through the family
 Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking
 Yelling, swinging, punching, drinking, smoking
 Yelling and swinging and punching and
 Drinking and snorting and smoking
 Kissing, fucking, crying, lying, always
 Trying
 It's too much
 Every day
 It's too much
 Big, strong, football
 Big, strong, basketball
 Pick one
 Pick one
 Just pick one
 Oh my god
 Look at what you did to me
 Oh my god
 I hate the sound of car keys
 Shut the fuck up, you never fucking listen
 Always in the bathroom, always in the kitchen
 Always talking down on me, always looking down on me
 Always putting your hands on me, I wish you would fucking stop
 I don't believe in Jesus 'cause he wasn't there for me
 I don't believe in my dad for the same exact reason
 Every man in my life commits some sort of treason
 And then points the blame at me as if I'm the reason (why)
 Father figuratively, you hung me from the family tree
 Because the fruits of my labor fell too far
 And another thing, at least Jamie had Jackie
 At least you had a big brother to show you right from wrong
 I was given a broken compass and a torn map
 Fuck it