Mark it up, Let's go mother
You are no different from every other
Your callous mind and risen hand
Had flipped the switch and snapped the band
Welted plenty by your prints,
what you did, makes no sense.
Threats were verbal with tinted slur
Malicious punishment was such a blur
Crossed the lines with abuse and pain
Take away my life in vain
No timely love can reckon thought
Not forgiven or seconds bought
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Mark it up, Let's go mother
You are no different from every other
Your callous mind and risen hand
Had flipped the switch and snapped the band
Welted plenty by your prints,
what you did, makes no sense.
Threats were verbal with tinted slur
Malicious punishment was such a blur
Crossed the lines with abuse and pain
Take away my life in vain
No timely love can reckon thought
Not forgiven or seconds bought
