I wasn't raised, I was broken down Life was a torment whenever He was around Instincts and impulses on my behalf just wasn't allowed Suppress all signs of a free will to make them proud I come from a long line of dysfunctional males But it was stepdad who taught me society's ways Please others, and obey their rules
What you think doesn't matter, and neither do you At least I was prepared for what was to come At least I knew the feeling of being tied down This is something you're taught sooner of later Trust authority and not yourself (I guess I just learned it a bit sooner than the others)