A single mother
Would be father
3 children raised by rage.
From the ghetto, there's no get out.
Forced to live in shame.
And we're fighting, just to get by
And we're dying, trying to get out
Only dark days,
Where have you been Lord.
Have I sinned?
Half made promise, cut through my heart
Another hope that died right from the fucking start.
92 daddy loved the idea of baby blues
A few years through, now I don't remember the sight of you.
A loser child
A loner son
Another bastard living on the run.
I've prayed for love
I've prayed for peace
Now praying death takes me.
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