From the time I came out of the womb,
I was nothing, but beaten to the pulse.

Daddy gone, you alone with your three children.
The world must have been ending!
For you couldn't even handle that.

So take it out on us, we are the mistakes.
Smoke your Marijuana, make the head aches go away,
For we were the children who ruined your life.

Now grown up, and out of that hell hole
I realize that you were messed up.
From past problems that run in the family.

But you didn't have to let him do those things to me,
and not say a **** thing,
You knew it was wrong, disgusting.

If you were getting paid, then its fine and dandy.
Take your children's innocence from their grip
And never let them be the kids they wanted to be