I didn't have hate from the start,
learned it and gained a shadow in my heart.
I was young and innocent at the time,
knew no such thing as crime
My father was just walking with me right behind him.
Along comes a man, walks up, and grabs him.
He punches my father swiftly and silently.
Grabs his wallet and runs away very quietly
The smell of beer and blood is all around me,
My father yells of pain and the sounds of his
bone cracking is still inside me.
I'm sad, scared, and confused then
I turn mad as hate pumps in my veins.
After that day I have rage in my heart,
but I will always remember I didn't have
hate from the start
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