I had a purpose here on earth
Having other people make decisions for me started even before my mom gave birth
Having money and respect taught me how to live in vain
When you killed my mom I felt alone
So I started selling drugs, going to jail, and eventually using cocaine.
The voices in my head were statements from mom telling me to never give up on what i invested
How can i respect any man when all you taught me was how to cope with being sexually molested
Being true to myself helps my soul to be free
Never truly asking for help so others couldn't see
You took my ...