No child hood
I wake up thinking every day why did I not get to play,
today today do i get to play my brothers always said no way,
I think and think every day why did i not get to play,
I sough my past go by so fast why did it never last,
was it me was it me please someone answer me,
why dont I get to play and just have fun all day,
now I know why I could not play because i was in a hurry every day,
these thoughts keep me thinking every day why did i not get to pay.
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