Mama kept the bible by the liquor cabinet, said there was good in evil in us all so she had to balance it,
she would read a verse from genesis, then the spirits hit her lips, i was just a boy, papa swung and never missed,
who was i to judge, i didn't know better then to get down on my patella bones and pray that this night would end,
the pen that descended from a friend was a blessing, its the only way i had to spill the trauma - ridden lessons,
i was hung up, i loved my mama dearly but i had to go, promised id come back once i was bigger, go blow for blow,
with that old bastard, goddamn i hated him, used my power of prayer to enlist Satan’s greatest sins,
i was put on by my brother of the streets, only 12 years old, seeking the comfort of a family, he said cover up, in 33 seconds you'll be one of us, this for life lil cuz, i got up, and didn't stumble much,
a hit from a sherm stick was a warm embrace, like a hug from a mama on my 10th birthday,
thats in the past now, im moving weight that gets passed down, slinging on my corner pushing poison moving fast now, this illusion of love and power had me doped up, it was all fun games till i saw my brother’s throat cut.
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