Poverty & Pain (My Latest Song)

[SettledHate.]

Hey everyone, these are my latest lyrics that I've written about my life in the past 2 weeks. A lot of stuff has happened, so heres the brief overview first:

I went to a party, hooked up with a girl, my phone died though my mum sent a txt saying "GET HOME OR I'LL KICK YOU OUT"... I went home to get my stuff and she went to hit me so i held her back. my step dad entered the room thinking i was pushing her so he punched me about 11 times. For the past two weeks I've been sleeping at the Cemetry and 3 nights out of those 14 days, I slept on a mates couch. Things have been really tough lately. I lost my job, my fiance, my money, my home and my family.


Now here are the lyrics:

(If you want a beat/instrumental to read to, heres a suggested one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R62ka-_s1I )

Poverty and Pain by Zane "EaZy-C" Cleary

So I sit at home, bored as hell...
Sick of the chores I'm dealt...
Not even bein' awarded wealth...
Recently I've become frequently withdrawn in health...
Born in doubt, my career came fallin' down...
I'd sworn around, my peers hear appauling sounds...
Fears of bein' poor swamp my brain, oh the pain...
Not in the right type of mind frame...
Mines hard to tame...
Find it pretty hard to stay the same...
My name is Zane...
And this is the start to my story of gory poverty and pain...

I went to a party, ended up with this chick...
Though my phone switched off, mums' text i missed...
Two days later, around the time of 6...
Last text received "out my house you've been kicked"...
Shit, if only my battery didn't die...
I've been kicked outta home, a mild sigh becomes a cry...

The next day I go to mums, to pick up my stuff...
Though things quickly get rough...
Step Dad thinks that I'm actin' up...
So he puts up his hands, "Fisty Cuffs" says the man...
He punches me in the head with a massive hand...
I couldn't stand so I ran...
I yelled from afar "Mother f**ker you're dead, c*nt"...
So I'll write a song about him, probably while on my next blunt...

Since that day, I've been out of a place to stay...
It was a certain place I chose to lay...
I chose the cemetry...
Slept under what looked like an old lemon tree...
Sleeping around all this death...
Kinda made me upset...
Step dad always told me "This is what you get"...
I'm sick of this s*it...

It's been three days and I haven't had a feed...
I hate the thought of being free...
Never thought how bad it would be...
How glad I am to see my friend...
Who let me stay at his place...
Got some food into my face...
Motherf**kin' saving grace...
I guess this is my taste of fate...
I thought life was great...
But now I've become a bum knockin' on heavens gates...

Beforehand, I thought I lost my job...
I sat and sobbed...
Thought of it like my future robbed...
I tried so hard to keep on track...
But all that fell apart a few days back...
I saw my boss, he said he would've sacked my ass...
If I didn't come back and ask...
If I still had it...
I saw an oppertunity and grabbed at it...

So for the past two weeks I try to steady my feet...
Get back to work, regain health like elites...
Have a shower, change of clothes...
Hopin' all this f*ckin' rain just goes...
Sprain my foes...
Burn enemies on stainless stoves...
But hopefully no one stands in my way...
Of getting out of all this poverty and pain...

Come Monday, I've atleast found some shelter...
Agnus from KYC, the best goddamn helper...
All this s*it I've been dealt in the past aint the same...
So I seize the moment to end all this poverty and pain...

What do you think?