Your face looks at me in the mirror, every time I wake up,

The memories of my past overflows and fills up my cup.

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You talked with your fist, you preached hard,

You taught me and Ma, you decorated us with your black and blue art,

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I have your eyes, I have your strength, I have your blood in my veins,

Perhaps that's why I don't like looking at myself in the mirror, fight, and/or shoot up, until I lose my brains,

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Today I get up, drink, and fuck whoever stands nearest,

Is that what you hoped for me? It's all thanks to you, daddy dearest.

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