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i wasnt born into riches, but poverty n misfortune
a broken home held by stitches i narrowly missed abortion
nerly didnt arrive, tortion, from the second i breathed
i cried in moms arms, often, as daddy tried to leave
he was the only income, was he, but we didnt see much
he was too busy taken out, his other girlfriends to lunch
i wished for 1 touch, jus 1 hug from the male who made me
imagined him to seem warm, no matter how pale his face be
nah, didnt get it, he left, i swore i'd be more of a man
my only memory's his back, through door where he stands
but i abandoned the plan, tho i didnt relise it then
i was arrested at 16, after pledging, to behave til the end
gbh doesnt mend, 23 by the time i got apeal and bail
parole for 4 years, realigned, i learnt a great deal from jail
i was adamant not to fail, to carry on as i promised b4
to obey the law, never brawl, be completely clean @ 24
i becmae to all, i started school again, started to settle
i was married by 26, and by 36 we were still together
words nor pictures could depict how much i cared
adn neither one could have prepared me for that cancer scare
it didnt register, til she wasnt laying there, my tears
would accumulate the amount one for ever day and year
my worst fear, was her death, and my unborn child
and it took 100 pills, cos the effects were so mild
sum simple shit i cant be arsed
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