Born Bitter
by PISS POOR
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Digital Album
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Bedridden
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I-84
02:36
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Youth & Steel
02:04
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Three Steps
03:03
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September's Singing
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Recorded at Getaway Recording and The Office with Jay Maas and Mike Moschetto
Mixed and Mastered by Jay Maas
Mixed and Mastered by Jay Maas
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released 21 December 2012
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Dec 2012 -
Dec 2012
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- Track Name: Bedridden
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I’ve got nothing but the bed I’ve spent the last two months in
I’ve got nothing but hate for the days when I hated nothing
I was your twenty-four carat child melted down
Into the bitch of a bullet you shaped to shoot proud
A child without a purpose enslaved with the rest
I’ve got nothing but hate for the months that leave me lifeless
I’ve got nothing, I am nothing
I’ve got nothing but fear to trust and a fist full of stress
Hell is outside so I sleep to cheat death
A sonnet impartial to a bittersweet end
A bitter born conflict
I’m a mistake - Track Name: I-84
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As a kid I saw through open eyes from a beat inside my chest
If a blessing is a lie, then I’m a gift called ignorance
Inquire for attention; receive an empty hand
A piss poor birth right, eighty-four, and long drives killed my innocence
I spent miles so you could drive from pain
And the time that you wasted in a life before my wake
You bet your own worth, but now I’m paying for those debts
Divorce your vows, but not your fucking kid
You bought love with weekend money
A new mom who said she loved me
Write me a price tag that I’ll never answer for
The kid inside died with the drives on eighty-four
I thought I knew this would be something that I’d overcome
But now I know that uneasy hands will keep driving
Unstable minds will quit fighting, but you can keep driving
I was raised by misdirection
Keep driving; I was born to ease the tension
A new life, how will you live it
A new child, empty your wallet
I lost youth in a life that won’t last
I’m the reminder of your troubled past
Keep on driving away; you’ll never turn back - Track Name: Youth & Steel
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I’d lie down in a home that couldn’t even hold me up
Those floorboards creaked beneath your feet
Because your conscience weighed too much
Did your anger leave us strangers when you left me that appeal
I burned with the foundation, good riddance youth and steel
Left behind like years past, I’m just another
I am the product of your anger
You can’t replace me
You can’t replace these past ten years
I’ve distinguished trust wholly irrelevant to a face unjust
Some common decency toward my common wealth
Would belittle what’s left of your sense of self
I’d pretend to feel like I meant just the same
Age seven felt aborted from a life without your pain
I entered as a stranger in a house of great appeal
I burned with the foundation, good riddance youth and steel
I’m leaving like the years you left me
You’re better off so please forget me
Come to terms with understanding
You needed replacement - Track Name: Three Steps
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Three steps from leaving my inconsistencies
Buried in the dump that folds in the backseat
Rearview mirror facing an image resembling me
Fuck it I’ll say thanks, but you won’t see me again
It’s been a couple of weeks since I heard from you last
You were wrong, but it’s a matter of your childish acts
No guilt will outweigh me more than I was raised to be
Hate me, I’ll show you more than you expect to see
Hate me, I’m dying to take two steps from leaving a bullshit call
Of impulsive thoughts to empower you more
Your ignorance justifies a part of that I despise
I’m not giving in and feeding you lies
Even though you’d drink them despite how dry
Don’t question me and expect defeat
I’ll show you more than you expect to see
I got your letter from another form you take
“Ship shape ungrateful and fix the life you waste
You’re not important; You’re dormant in a life without a place
You fell into my hands and became my own mistake”
I’m the product of your inconsistencies
Buried in the dump of a rundown Derby street
Rearview mirror facing a step from losing me
Fuck it I’ll say thanks, I’m better off instead - Track Name: September's Singing
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When I woke and daylight cracked through the shades
A stare at the ceiling told me I’ve had nothing
I’ve got nothing but hate for myself reflecting the image of a petty affliction
Hell’s been calling and I’ve been dying to call back
I’ve got something to show for the years that I’ve suffered
Veins filled with liquor and a fist that’s bruised and broken
I’m confiding in a mind that’d opt to leave life with ease
September’s singing, bury me deep unloving
I’ve got nothing but hate for the days when I meant something
I’ve had setbacks; I’ve backtracked toward the past we intertwined at
From Brooklyn streets to the house that drained my mindset
In a house that’s broken, I’m folding like the framing half awoken
I’d rather be sleeping, but I know September’s Singing
Get the fuck out of bed, there’s more to be said
We all pretend to feel alive, but pleasure’s been dead
I’m your disease, I’m a let down, I’m a fuck up misled
I am the single standing child that you shake off and dread
I left the child in your image miles down the road
I threw away all his belongings to lighten the load
They’ll say I’m sorry for your loss just for conversation’s sake
I abandoned the child that tainted your name
