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Feb 2019
I am a *** crazed *****
But I was a baby once you see
I like the sound of making babies
Yes that sounds absolete
But as the story goes
Babies grow up
Into people who might disagree with you and that will be pretty bad
When you look in the eyes of a baby and he smiles back at you
Things might turn differently
Talking to that same person as
An adult because they are more
Experienced in this world
They will disagree with mum
So she looks at your baby photos
And sees this innocent baby looking at her
Not understanding that they are still there expressing themselves like an adult
Still the baby pictures are cute
As she looks she hears
I want to live in that area
I know they have violence
But if you keep to yourself
You will be alright
And she looks at the baby pictures as she goes into a night club and getting down to dance and get drunk
Her mother just doesn’t her to get a spiked drink
And the answering back
Yes that is bad
Because it makes your mother
Look at your baby pictures saying where did I go wrong And religiously if she wants you to believe in Jesus but they don’t want to apart of it
No way no hope no chance
Just look at this innocent baby
And think, they grow up
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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