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Unmotherly

Put that pipe down
and look at your child
Make that man go home
you need to think for awhile/
Buy some damn food
not zig zags and beer
all this childs life
he's had everything to fear/
Strangers in the home
in their belt shines the chrome
mommies eyes arent comforting cuz they look like stone/
He has to share you with the homies,
drunken brawls instead of bed time stories, no nice aunties in his life, just babysitters that at the same time are whorring/
I wanna shake you and slap you
look in his eyes
motherhood is a blessing
yet you silently despise/
Hitting and yelling till his lil soul is broken,
when hes sick or hurt, you are out partying and smokin/
His father left you pregnant, remember the pain? You punish your son, but hes not to blame, but hes a victim as well, yet you make his eye swell, you outta be chunked cuz you put him through hell/
One day you'll see the tortured look in his face,
when you sober up youll hope mistakes can be erased,
but you steady ran from him when it was you he chased,
Youll see youve ruined him, and youre heart will straight break/

Dana