Instrumental Poem by Ga-God BW-Export Justice

The song sounds so wrong but here are its instrumental
Hell just comes from a snap and clap
As daddy is about to turn mummy into his number 1 smash and a banger track
In the heat you can hear the kids heartbeats
crumbling, shaking, words breaking in fear
What are you doing to mummy please stop
Please stop tears drop is on the intro
His bass on the outro loud like a drum
As his temper determine the tempo
Down she goes as the hit and beat goes on
Kicks lined like an orchestra
cries are at the top of the charts
looped in is her pain
Guitar on the forth string
Fingers strum till all numb
Rearranged into a stranger
Anger mixed with danger
To the youngest the mind is on record
Fast forward the same song he plays
Treble call trouble on her face
He is drawn to this tone
His own child is dancing to his tune
Lets rewind back to the oldies
To the greatest hitmaker much known as baby
maker
Punch made him feel like he's got the funk
Loud sounds boots the ego
Superman can't see he's a hero
But with sample of a villain
Bloody is the rock and roll
Vulgar language on the hip hop head
That bitch increasing in pitch
flip-side on the b side
These instrumental becomes mental
Bruise about pop
This is a deep house
The melody is never smooth
First born took it to court booth
Sirens rang like bells in his head
Silence in violence
A bang! Things fall apart
Murder now is the case
Relieved believe
freedom he just got its taste
For the rest of the family this is a dedication
Here is his own rendition of Pac's dear mama

Violence turns to be a vicious circle, its like we unaware that we are creatures of habits. As human beings we should understand that childhood programming becomes our habits of perception and behavior. Choose wisely what you say to your child or do in there presence and for the child is much aware of what is happening but can internalize and believe its the right way