Sellout Son

Sellout Son

By: Tyler Ross

You would think being raised in a low to middle class

Would erase my complaints and resort me to speak of the past

You’ve got it wrong, oh you’ve got it wrong

I will never go back and relive those days with pop and ma

A big fucking smile plasters my face

I escaped

What’s done is done and the world needs to know my place

In this fucking world you’ve got to learn from your mistakes (I know I’ve learned!)

You bet your ass I won’t be repeating those things I did in that living space

Hoisted from a master’s degreed ball player and a security guard slash housewife

Those two fucking lovers loved, but did it fucking wrong raising life

They worked their fingers to the bone and neglected to save their home

But who can blame non-planned parents

A classic household with two sons, but one forced to grow alone

I don’t hate the path of my old man or the efforts birthed from my own mom

They weren’t ready to have us kids, but did the best to get along

Those fights that rocked our home or the fear from their own touch

It’s those days I can’t replace and those nights it got so rough

They did the best they could and I didn’t do much to help

I just left them alone and mostly raised nothing but hell

So who would want a son that causes his creators so much grief?

A fucking sellout son, who was just too cold and a conniving fucking leech

Obtained from my own mom

You know the story of the dad, who wasn’t around

He was there, but didn’t care even when I made a sound (Don't blame him)

Popular in directing attention to my troubled ways

Stayed educated, questioning everything and looked ahead to better days

For those who’ve gotten this far (Fiction this be at best)

You should know my parents were better than most providers

A learned storyteller, I confess

But I just wasn’t all that great

I sold them out to be a liar

When speaking about them terribly seven years to this date

This is dedicated to the individuals, but ruined by the gullible masses

Distilled One Time

Distilled One Time

By: Tyler Ross

Breaking in and never letting down

The words I wish I heard instead of fading out

You were never there and it’s a goddamn shame

So why are you still speaking my name?

Cut you loose and you say so soon

Your negative ways left no more room

From anymore chances

Those choices you made

No need to judge, but rid your bitter taste

Rain, rain please wash away

And don’t let these hypocrites in our way

The sun always shines, but not for you

You aren’t posi and neither is your crew

FUCK YOU!

Breaking in and never letting down

No time for you, now leave my name out

You wish you were here, a part of something real

Curb kicking you out

Fuck what you feel

One, Two, Three Water Hog

One, Two, Three Water Hog

By: Tyler Ross

You ask me why I am drug free

My way of life, I choose not to waste

I swear I’m not perfect

But you continue to throw shit in my face

I’m fed up, you 1’d up and you still judge

Never pressured you to change what you love

That’s great if you want to spread your hate

And try to pretend you can even relate

Disgusted by the way you act, but I don’t criticize

So I expect the same from you

Leave your excuses in your mouth

And I’ll live my life for myself

Push me one more time and see what happens to you

You can waste your time all you want

I’m not trying it and don’t need it

I’m straight edge and your persistence will never bring about anything from me

It Ain’t Right

It Ain’t Right

By; Tyler Ross

Woven intricately in just the right time

The fools I have called my friends

Just move along, as I lay here to die

Unaware, their presence no longer resides

No reaching out for what’s left of me, alive?

Beaten, saddened, and the feeling of solitude

Silence lays its hands down as I spit up and choke on spoonfuls of delicious food

You bastards ain’t worthy as I thought you were

Selfishness overrules your life

Have I not been around long enough to satisfy?

Crawling, overheated, lungs pinched off

My head is like dynamite

Where any moment I could explode

Never really enjoying this life

But go on, I can’t create your sincerity

In a world of brothers, bonded by passion and hilarity

I barely walk, careful in the breaths as I talk

I sit and think; why does it take me to always say a thing?

Not looking for sympathy, but in a world so consumed in technology helping develop this distancing.

As I lay here down to sleep

I cough and I cough destroying my body’s drive

The world assumes so much

Perhaps why I never survived.

Starting anew . . .