I hate what you took from me
I hate that it took all these years to get back a broken me
Do you know what you did to me not only physically but mentally
Do you know how this set me back spiritually
I can't count the men I've been with
All because of the confusion I was left with
Mom too busy working, selling drugs, then finally doing drugs
Dad with girls and then in jail who was I left with, who was I to tell
But this is no surprise to you, you were there you knew this too
Each and every one of you
But for now all I can say is I hope I get to see you all on judgment day...
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