LIFE

Broken home, broken heart
There�s been nothing since the start.
Ma�s angry, rasing her palm to the sky,
And I�m getting ready to cry.
I gave up years ago asking god why? Cause he never gave me a reply.
I stooped trusting him when he made a spin,
Back into the jail house he went in.
My heart? Well it�s broken, lust, somewhere in the dirt, many have passed and didn�t care if I layed there hurt.
Five times I have tried
To sacrifce another empty heart
I�ve lived a life of lies, and cried my eyes tell they where dry. And that�s not just the start, eight years of misery growing up. Then, my friends where the prett birdy�s. now my friends are nobody�s. then, I gand banged her an there. Now, I�m helping my my mommy win the lottery.
Then I sniffed dope,
Now I am the dope�
To many years to late,
I cannot change the dumass choises I made. Ma didn�t have to punish me with two years of boot camp but she did and I wasn�t suppose to tell nobody. Now a days I dream daily, about what I�m going to do after school and how im going to get a way from my cycotic mother (seriously)�