I can speak but people around me
don't seem to understand my words..
They just pick me up and feed me the bottle..
sometimes i cry being disturbed..
Pa has a nerve to say i'm not his
..around me puffing herb..
Glad he's out of my life,
he can't change my pampers
or hold me right..
Crying at night for my beloved mothers attention..
She's there whenever i call her,
she's my dependent..
All these strange people
extending me their hands..
When i was old enough to walk..i ran..
Can't wait to grow up,
sick of being called little man..
Heard my parents argue didn't understand..
pa said i wouldv'e never existed
if it wasn't for the popped trojan..
Ma broke down like a car out of gas
then stole em..
His jaw he was holding,
as his fists hit her dome then she fell..
Scared i started to wail,
and pa started to yell..
Ma never moved again..
after i saw all this red stuff come from her mouth she was coughing..
Know he's gone too and my new name is orphan..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by Mantra; 11-06-2007 at 03:13 PM.