“Misery on Milk Lane”
Written By Kid Phikshen
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His body’s listless, fingers flipping the stations
Seemingly stuck in a trance, skipping his rations
In love with his chair, like it’s stitched to his ass
Only getting up to put more milk in his glass
So I watched as it dripped from his lip’s crevice
Staining the hairs in his beard, apparently weird
The TV blares in his ears, I swear it never ceases
All I could see was his murder as the clever thesis
Watching him sever pieces, leaving crumbs in his lap
While I was praying that his lungs would collapse
But his eyes were glued with fingers still flipping
Leaving me stuck in this zoo to linger, still wishing
Cos ever since we got that TV Uncle Dan built
I never see a show with him and that damn milk
We’re no longer a couple, more like distant peers
Listen here, I haven’t even sucked his dick in years
No sexual pleasure or emotional satisfaction
So I devised a perfect plan to establish action
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I return from my room and the kid’s missing
But I see the TV is loud and he’s still flipping
So I grab a knife and walk up to his chair
And after I turn the corner I just shudder & stare
Watching him hold the lethargic boy in his hands
Milk stains beside the chair, destroying my plans
I dropped to my knees and repented alas
Knowing of the poison mixed in the glass
Crying aloud as tears dripped from my chin
Felt like my heart had been ripped from within
Hit from the sin.. he’s still flipping and I killed Wilt
And after all these years, he said…
“There’s no use in crying over spilled milk”
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As long as he doing right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who is
I aint sayin that its right, but we often pay the price
Cos a woman's life is love, and a man's love is life
And he gon' live it to the fullest
And I ain't tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich pit than broke german shephard