Story Of The Stairs

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And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know He did had one visit with his mother I think During the time that he lived with me and she brought Him a huge box fill with gifts you know clothes and all Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it sat in the corner Untouched, literally for months he'd never opened anything just Left the box there What's going on in your mind when someone you haven't seen since you were nine is out at your door step right now? Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door And we found out he escaped from a psych ward and stole grandma's car? Ah, rest her soul I know that's off topic, but I miss her soul So ironic that she was blind but told me I'm handsome I was Every time that I walked in the door Can't lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th Watching a body die in my arms Then have to go to a school that I hated When my grade indicate that I don't give a fuck what's going on A couple hours later on And not to mention that one bitch that I loved By the way, I call her "bitch" because she was Wanted me to catch another man fucking her Invited me over, told me to come into the front Come upstairs and say what's up And there she was, little slut I was broken hearted, should've broke that bitch's jaw Just for playin' me like a chump But instead went to the garage, grabbed one Of her brother's rifles, went outside And shot that other mothafucka's truck up I guess that's what lead me to cuffs Becomin' common in my life like funerals was Daddy's less common now, he gave up After he heard the judge pin a fucking felony on his son Funny enough, me and Aunt Barbara even closer Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder Till it piled back on when a radiologist told her That she had breast cancer and might not live much longer Fast forward, the woman that I call my "mother" isn't my mother Or even blood but that's how much I love her And I'm feeling awkward cause the doorbell's from the person that I call HER Maybe I ain't ready for it... Shit, what should I wear? Fuck that, I ain't going down there I waited over a decade for closure Why should I receive it if it might not be something I want to hear In the mirror is a empty reflection And in my head are questions I want to ask like, "Where the fuck did you go?" Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days every year that you didn't show? And if you must know, I didn't turn out to be much else Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell Took four snuffs of the devil's dust Ended up with my manager helping me 'cause I couldn't take a piss by myself But I did get a record deal And all my records got that making of a legend feel And I did have a daughter who I promised that the way that way you made me felt Is a way she will never feel Slip a Benadryl in my cup Ech, fuck it, I'm sickening up Pit of my stomach clenching, all my muscles stiffening up I ain't been this nervous since I got jumped Flick the tip of my J over a surface covered with ashes and junk Took a pull and sat it down, put on both of my Chucks Reach for the door but my hand's sweaty, I'm anxious as fuck Couldn't even hit the stairs without remembering how many years I was there waiting to see your car pull up Now you saying she's right there? Man you saying she's right there? You telling me, if I open up this door right here That she'll been standing right there? And after all these years, am I wrong for having this fear Of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror? Open up the door and then I see her