As a Child
As a child I was always in the dark never even seen a park, I thought every child went throw that while sleeping in a one room shack. The smell of oatmeal makes me sick seen my momma knifed with a ice pick. As a child I seen crack took people places where they never came back. As a child I Never seen my pops because he was always running from the cops. As a child I dreamed of being rich and what I learned is life is a bitch.
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