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Oct 2018
Shot out and brain damaged
A paranoid loose cannon
One who if breathing is one who is high
Started early and by early I mean before I could open my eyes
Floor still covered in my mess as I begin having withdraws
A crackhead mom sharing through my umbilical cord
Now two fiends alone rocking back and forth
Easier to let a baby taste the stem then listen to a baby cry
Your mother made sure you was fed
Filled your head with knowledge and heart with love
Mine pushed my swing while giving head to get our fix
Each doing what they knew
While you were getting ready for your first day of school
I was packing waiting on mine who finished serving time
Kiss your dad goodnight
While I lock the door from my mothers  friends
You kneel and pray to say thanks for how blessed you are
I silently cry out loud asking why
Tomorrow is another chance to make a change
But I know we both will wake to the samething
Me to nothing and you to a good breakfast
Oh you thought I meant the same same thing
No I live in reality
No man can turn nothing into something
Get your friends and give each a different color
Draw beautiful pictures with chalk on the sidewalk
I'll just stand here watching them outline a man's body on the sidewalk
Tune in at six I'll be on the evening news
It's nothing new
I'm beside all the fallen bodies Hoping some change fell loose
For someone to win another has to lose
I don't mind that you love life
I just don't understand why mine has to be like it is
Lord I accept I'll never win but why do I have to be so far behind
Would it hurt if I could tie one time
Am I'm not worth a decent life
They say we die when you call our name
Must have stopped halfway through mine
Atleast tell me why you bless some and seem to ignore the rest
Do you need help
Did you go blind
Do I need to sell my soul
Somebody
Anybody please tell me why a fourteen year old has suffered so much
Why am I asking people who could careless
You think I like asking for a hand out
Yeah I smell and I'm *****
I'm hungry too
I guess the only way to win is committing the ultimate sin
Appeciate any feedback
Bob
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Bob  Florida
(Florida)   
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