A FUCKED UP LIFE STYLE..

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    A FUCKED UP LIFE STYLE..


    I HATE THIS LIFE THAT I'M LIVIN', POVERTY AND PLENTY OF CRUEL INTENTIONS.

    RAISING MY KIDZ ALONE IN A WORLD SO COLD. PASS MY BABY FATHER ON THE STREETZ EVERYDAY AND HE DON'T BOTHA. SO WHY EVEN HOLLA??

    TWO KIDZ AND I HAVE TO RAISE THEM ALL ALONE, FATHER SO DAMN COLD. NEVA BOTHAZ TO PICK UP A DAMN PHONE. SAY HELLO, ASK BOUT THE KIDZ. IT'S A SHAME HOW LIFE GOEZ ON..

    SEE HOW THEY SHOW THERE ANGER, ACT OUT AT HOME. WHAT CAN I DO, DON'T WANT TO BEAT THEM; YELL OR MISS TREAT THEM.

    IT'S ALL HIS FAULT, HOW THE THOUGHT OF HIM TAUNTS THERE HEARTS. BROKEN SO FILLED, ILLUSIONS OF LOVE COMIN' FROM DAD. HOW THIS WORLD HAS GROWN SO SAD.

    I OPEN MY EYES TO REALIZE, THIS WORLD IS INHABITED BY PEOPLE THAT DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THERE SURROUNDIN'Z AND THE LIL' CHILDREN IN.. GOT-DAMN-IT..

    I GIVE UP, I NO LONGER GIVE A FUCK HAVIN' A MAN IN MY LIFE. THAT'S WHY I WENT OUT AND GOT A WIFE.. SOMEONE TO LOVE ME, TREAT MY KIDZ RIGHT NEVA FIGHT. SHIT IS TIGHT, NOW I'M FEELIN' A LITTLE BETTER..

    MY KID'Z SMILE IS MUCH BIGGER, PICK UP MY HAND AND GIVE THAT NIGGA THE MIDDLE FINGA'.
    CUZ NOW I DON'T GIVE A FUCK BOUT HIM, HIS GIRL WILL SOON PLAY THE SHIT OUTTA HIM..
    HE NEEDZ TO GROW UP AND GET MORE FRIENDS..

    - AMEN..

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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