a cop ain’t no father. and a cop ain’t no friend. you’re just a vessel for your demons to reside. they control you like a puppet. it’s plain as day but that doesn’t matter when everyone pretends to be blind. but when my glasses where on the floor and the hurt was more than just in my head. i could see there eyes and they where wide. and if you thought you could hit the hate off my face you where wrong. cause once the stain has set and dried theres not savin the shirt. but when all your clothes got stains whats one more. and when you come home and lay your closet out for the world to see. just know im seein. and the stains paint images that ive seen before. and i hate em cause those stains look like mine. and yeah i tried bleach. but like you said it only washed me out. and no a cop ain’t no father. and a cop ain’t no friend.