I Forgive you
There he stood in front of my mom and I
A gun in his left hand, the sqinting of his eyes
I was only 6 and my mom was pregnat,
Didnt even think about a hell or a heaven
I felt her digging her nails into my skin,
Wondering if he would pull the trigger and feel guilt within
I got out of bed and I smacked him
He threw me out the room and I said "Dang!"
Hoping not to hear a gun shot, I didnt
Instead, I woke up hearing my moms voice "Baby, He was tripping."
I forgave him despite what he put me through
Car wreck in 2008, now he's blind
Look at what karma can do
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