Nuclear

Talking about the rough life of living on the road homeless with only one parent, and the worries it brings.

Never had a nuclear family 'less we talkin' 'bout bombs this is for the ones with dads not moms on the road lookin' for jobs, prayin' to god we aint out here gettin' robbed, but still hearin' baby sistah in my dreams sob. Runnin' through states lookin' for traits, traits we can relate and stagnate, but we aint found it in fourteen years, pops always talkin' about shiftin gears, while i'm over here tryin' not ta pick up the shears, 'cause all it'll cause he world is grief and tears, so I just sit back and pray to god pops don't pick up the beers.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.
Can you relate?
Any feedback is welcome c: