Adopted

The best
never meet their blood father.

The good ones hate
the way I do
but use
perhaps more violence.

budget
and bulid
with innate
precision.
To destroy what you hate.

No stock in love
There's nothing above.

No glory days
No one to say, 'you've done good'

Mom's black boyfriend
can't seem to stay out of trouble

And again it's my fault.