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)