Growing Up

2 you can barley talk
And are starting to walk
4 you cry after the hit
And hold your wound as you sit
6 you suck on your brothers d.ick
And the taste of it makes you sick
8 you have it forced inside
And you try to run and hind
10 you run from a belt
And try to avoid its pelt
12 you try to except it
And you feel you will never fit
14 you quit with it all
And brake down and fall