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A sight so sad that can melt your heart The way things go when families are ripped apart What can start off as just a heated debate Can end with the police coming a second too late What do you do when your mother and father fight? If she yells too loud he beats her all night What do you do when your big brother goes to jail? He's your protector now your life is hell Your sister has a child out wedlock And the baby's father is in the second cell block r58-946 Every Wednesday she's up at the jail throwin bricks And on top of all that she's suffering from bulimia The worst part of it all is your little brother has leukemia You feel like your life's over, but you don't know what's in store All you know is it's too hard and you can't take it anymore So you get yourself a gun and you’re about to pull the trigger You’re seconds away from quitting life, when you start to figure You want to blow your brains out, and just end it all But if you die and leave the world, what does it really solve? Suddenly life just doesn’t seem so glum So you take a deep breath and put away that gun Smoking to forget about your troubles You take a toke of that pipe, every time it bubbles Vicious cycle becoming ever continuous All the thoughts in your mind, now ambiguous You have a child but you’re not certain of her father Everything is becoming a distraction so why bother? You’ve got a problem, but you’re too high to realize What’s your future like, let’s hypothesize. Let’s look into the mind of your impressionable child Let’s see how it affects her when you’re reckless and wild This is the fate your drug induced state reveals Through her eyes here’s what she feels: Abandoned by her mother, left her alone and cold She's crying to herself, she's only six years old Her mother said she was coming back in a few But the girl knew that was lie before she was out of view She had a habit of leaving and coming back real late Chasing that high took her all over the state Little did she know, her baby girl was getting raped But by the guy that she claimed owned the mask and cape Superman she called him, here to save the day But she gave him all love and pain went her childs way She left her alone with him and he took her innocence The drugs burned up her brain cells, defeating common sense She knew deep down in her heart she was wrong But the drugs had a hold on her mind-extra strong She left her baby girl at her mother's, west side Chasing another pipe-dream, just a wild ride But just this one time, she wouldn't make it home She was walking by herself, late at night, all alone Dope fiends have no shame, it's easy to end a person It's amazing how little death hurts when you’re already hurting
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