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Nov 2013
When I was just a little kid in school
My teacher treated me like a fool
He had this crazy rule
To follow the study with our finger we must
Or all hell will bust

Didn't work for me, for I was in a dream
Wasn't one of roses and a garden
Nor the sunlight and it's beam
Was more of a long scary night
Where the young are filled with fright

I can't, but I must awake
For I know what will be my fate
There it is like a bullet to my head
my heart stopped for just a tad
As I hear that monster call my name
This will not be a moment of fame

Like to the slaughter house, I take my steps forward
My ears are ringing because of that lion that just roared
At this point my eyes can't see
For all eyes are now on me
My heart is in pain my throat's in a knot
Feels like my body is bleeding and my face is getting hot

Now on his lap with my face down
As he's playing with my **** as if I'm a girl in a gown
How clearly I remember the smell of his smoke
Rubbing back and forth with a gentle stroke;
Oh lord now the beating has begun
Please please just let me be a kid and have fun
Because I prefer if he used a gun

While dreams are meant for nights, it happened every day
I wanted to, but couldn't get away
As he was having fun using his stick
It just built my skin bullet thick
I came to school so I could grow right
But for me it remained a very long night....
Mo Gee
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