Thursday, March 31, 2011

Moma

Mom your not the same any more.

I thought we was on one of core.

I'm sorry I didnt know it was going to happen.

Mom what can I do.

I cant run to you.

Mom all you worry about is money.

Not caring for me and the baby.

Not caring for me

I cant sleep or eat.

Things on my mine that I ask my soul to keep.

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