Ode to Abuse
When I was 6 years old I saw my mama weeping
She was crying in the back seat and I just took a whoopin
When it was all over she said that she was proud of me, that one day I would grow and succeed
As time went one I realized a lot of things, that there was no God and hunger was just a feelin
That mama loved daddy but daddy didn't, and that's why we took our beatins
She told me about the places ill go but they were never quite real,
cause the weak don't get the happenings until we made it come true until we got a feel
Too many disasters to put in a song so ill get the gist
Mama turned angry we took our spankings, my brother became autistic
I dated too many people to count and one cheated
My sister tried to kill herself in the bathroom I was just 12
And there was a whole lot of hitting and fighting but time will tell
That maybe the weaker get weaker but they always get older
And maybe someday ill get me a father
But right now I ain't worried about that cause you're kissing my neck
We were the kids who just wanted to peck
But now it was something real
Cause the weaker get weaker but they always get older and sometimes time will tell
That were going somewhere and it ain't no time to fail
You gave me a loving that I never had before
And I thank you forever and more
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