i smoke the weed to try to hide the pain but in reality im just trin to hide my shame my mom never cared an my dad was never thier. momma comin home diffrent hours of the night daddy neva theire to make thing right.one night before daddy whent out i grabed him bye the arm an i told him whats wrong i said, 'daddy please daddy dont leave im scard for mommy shes always out late an shes neva hungry she walks arround the house like a walking dummy' he told me not to worry that momma was sick in the head an to just go back up to bed.years came an whent an so did my moms at the age of 8 i finnaly found out what wuz wrong shed smoke the dope to try to hide the pain but in reality she was tring to hide her shame but its not my mommas fault its the drugs to blame without them in my life things wouldnt be the same shed hit the pipe an blow it in my face she'd make me sit up in that place i had no air to breath all i inhale was clouds of dope an weed as you could see i followed in her shoes when times get rough i dont know what else to do i spark up the blunt an get me a bottel never messed with the neddel only used the pizel but i have to stop an think is this what i wanna do? .............. f*** that if its gonna take my momma then its gonna take me too every time i got high id stop an choose.is this hit for me? ....na this hits for you.......i love you momma
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pain ful and tragic lines..... gets you involved and touches deeply blessed be