we all become

what we most dislike

in this picket fence cartel

tell? there's nothing left to tell



what have we become

cycle all over again

filled the shoes 'til i was ten

in front of the classroom

in front of my peers

that day will always be remembered

'cause it was etched in tears



daddy taught well

at the end of his belt



we all become

what we most dislike

the walk is too long and i'm tired

tell? there's nothing left to tell



what will i become

when it's my turn again

will it hurt me more than it hurts them

scotch tape the volume of my mouth

withold the expression

that i wasn't allowed



daddy taught well

at the end of his belt