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letra de s.s (stockholm syndrome) - matt vanzetti

[verse 1]
weeping when they fought, leaving ain’t a thought
bleeding when she caught, a hook to the jaw
– do i call the cops, on my own d-mn father?
gonna lose my mom, if i don’t d-mn bother
mommy with a black eye, stopping ain’t a option
the start of the bad guy, poppa now lost it
convincing herself that she’s staying for her children
even though we feel and see him as a villain
travesty awaiting lasting rage and hatred
savagely he’s beating, graphically he’s natured
ravage, she can’t take it, habits be vexatious
lavish in no manner, an unemployed racist
trapping her no matter, the f-cking occasion
as he only madder she encased and caged
secured in the pad its padlocked, insecure
it’s incurable, battered unconfident hurt

[hook]
(her frightened)
its what he wants
(her blinded)
she’s stuck and caught
(hurt mind since)
this start, began
(turned wild sh-t)
he ain’t a man

[verse 2}
nothing f-cking worse than witnessing your mother
sprint and run for cover me hiding under covers
since i can remember they brawled like no other
barking like dogs, heard them argue but never
got physical turned just far to aggressive
a cut throat att-tude till emotions severed
she stuck to him glued till his holding lets up
she the bread winner gets h-t and sets dinner
with mom rest ain’t a choice she gets to pick since
each minute death is four inches to getting
her getting worked out sweating for what’s next man
she’s lost and confused queen gets constant abuse
the day she loses him is nothing but a gain
cycle of abuse is almost stopped contained
as the last straw blooms when its crossed she takes
us out his grip, loose finally away

[hook]

[speech/outro]
my mom was sentenced 25 to f-cking life with this low life, the strength that this woman showcases on the daily is unreal, with her leaving him and bringing me and my sister to safety and fighting for us in the courts over and over again, leading to us struggling to put food on our table for years because of him not getting mental help and continuing this lie that he created.. i’m not even a religious man but every single day i pray that i don’t end up in anyway like him.. mom you are the strongest women i’ve ever met and will ever meet..
i love you ma

- matt vanzetti

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