Expect the Unexpected

I tried to pretend that I wasn't affected, but it hurt me deep because it was so unexpected.

They were banging the door.

Nearly knocked the shit down.

Outside all I saw were vehicles with the police siren sound.

They were all around.

Took you away that day.

My mother flooded her eyes with tears and fears.

I was 15.

I didn't even know what to say.

Since that day I was like fuck the police because they just do not give a damn.

For these motherfuckers brought the k-9 dogs and destroyed everything they can.

That was the same year my dad got locked in prison, got my first official girlfriend, and smoked weed.

The same year I finished 8th grade and started high school.

But we.

My family.

Had issues that no one knew.

Inside I was so angry.

This wasn't right.

It felt all wrong.

I tried and I tried.

To move the fuck on.

But I couldn't believe that they took my father from me.

And lord knows i cried.

Here and there from time to time.

and yet I barely wrote him letters.

because I didn't wanna endure the pain.

and the thought that life will never be the same.

see i began to change.

i began to grow.

as a teen in this cold world.

the hurt just got so old.

so i blocked it with the lifestyle that i chose.

i was wild and reckless i suppose.

there are many things about me that not everybody knows.

and might just never will.

unless i have the beans to spill.

and i always have a story to tell because life is nothing but library full of books.

but in life.. everybody sees them, but not everybody looks.

and everybody eats, but not everybody cooks.