You’d rather be on those streets
Trying to hustle something to eat
You blame the womb you came from
When all along it’s you that’s acting dumb
Your seed needs to be watered
You should know how it feels to be dried out
Your roots try to revive you
But you trampled those too
I want to shake you like an earthquake
But you prove time after time that it’s just a waste.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
You’d rather be on those streets
Trying to hustle something to eat
You blame the womb you came from
When all along it’s you that’s acting dumb
Your seed needs to be watered
You should know how it feels to be dried out
Your roots try to revive you
But you trampled those too
I want to shake you like an earthquake
But you prove time after time that it’s just a waste.
My brother is living on the streets smoking ****** while his beautiful son is being cared for by another man. I’ve tried to help him but he’s not ready to change
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