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by Curtis Young Jan 17, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / other
Mama I was brave, She said boy you're digging me a early grave. Ma just let me be, Let me spread my wings and let me free. She cried as I said goodbye, God...She looked like she was gonna die. I walked out the door, I glanced back as she fell to the floor. She had me for to long, I told her to stop using that bong. She had me trapped and bottled, Dam i bet my brain now feels throttled. I'm not let out of my cage, I no longer have to deal with her abusive rage. I can make a new life, Who knows...maybe I'll someday get a wife...