do we make our bed up every morning
to comeback and lie in or do we
make it up because we don't know
the next time we'll lie in it
some of us will leave one morning
and sadly we won't make it back to
the warm bed we made to lie in
sandly a bed is a place some of us
will die in we lie in it when we
not feeling well it's also a place
where some of got sexual healing
some of us lost our innocence
being promisuous sadly some of
us lost our virginity to a pedophiliac
child molestor only sexually attracted
to prepubescent children you
get no pass I hope you
you all die of a painful death
may a thousand mosquitoes
prick your D!CK & CL!T
it's many deep dark secrets
embedded in sheets and
underneath the mattress
sins of mothers and fathers
reproducing disastrous lifestyles
of those who had masters
no matter what happens in life
no matter what happened to us
we must pick up our bed and walk
we can't lie down in disapointment
we can't lie paralyzed in fear
no matter how it appears
we are not godforsaken
if they got a god we got one too
two hands to middle finger salute
it's been F us F them too
sadly some of us don't have
a bed to sleep in
some of us don't even have
enough hope to believe in
got to stay awake to catch
the shepherd sleeping
a bed is not only to sleep in
it hold a lot of secrets
its something for a child to
jump on and jump in
it's a place we all remember
one never forget a bed one slept in
like one never forget what happened