Brenda

Younger days raised by an army, praise'n ways of the wrongly
Her age says she's a baby.......a shame this baby's a mommy
Mutter'd thee, from studder'd pleas, not a game to her hardly
Brain crazed of it prolly, "Lord take this pain from upon me"
Countless fights and lonely nights, fates results in close'n price
Daddy~N~cousin, no one love her, stand with her its only right
But his Excuse to be a man, take her hand, be a father figure
Just adds him, statistically, its plain to see, he's another nigger
Refuse to be with another nigger, not see'n the pictures bigger
Loss attraction physical, emotional, now that she's lose'n figure
Give'n birth in a public place, all alone, with another case
Now she's prone with the solely face, a baby with mother's fate
Too much to take, live'n life, too many cries, and reasons whelp
Young in the mind, you can tell she's thinks desposals an easy step
In the dumpster she lies her, another step to this baby's tomb
This baby's forsaken, eversince it's crept from it's Godly womb
Departed soon, realize'n she couldn't do it and be the rest
Thought of ways to make money, sell her body, men needed sex
Never releaved from stress, but her daughter shouldn't be the next
Told her "I love you and leave'n you only means that i leave myself"
Single mother and prostitute, equals another dollar another day.....
.........But its a pity, how she struggles, and doesn't even kno.....
.........................................She's got another on the way

Damn....

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