When mama pushed me away it hurt
Like when I fell and skinned my knees
Up in the dirt, I cried for mama
She was always at work
Most of the time somebody kept us
Like weekends when mama went to
Las Vegas I always felt tolerated
My dad did not like me
Him I hated
He showed up when I graduated
Gave me 50 cent I nickel plated
On a chain around my neck
To remind me of how he rejected me
Injecting me with heroin
Dying leaving me nothing
Papers to sign to release his body
He sold everything even my potty
He was a junky
I have no shame about from where I came
There’s another side to this story
My beginning will end in glory
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