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Screw her, She left me
She left her only child
She left her firstborn
I don't need her, at all
We have the house clean
All the clothes washed
My dad said he wouldn't
He paid for her to leave
What a total p***y
I have the house clean
Damn, she's lonely, he cracks
She's back in the house
Screw her, Ill oppose her
The house ain't clean
The clothes aren't clean
I lost all my money...
I left for georgia, my home
We went through the pecan grove
something inside
Something ancient
Something new
Something deep
Something fast
It hit me like a mallet
I'm home...
No, I'm not
I don't live here anymore
Crushing pain, relatives rolled
Over in their graves
My family lived there,
In that small town
For five generations,
That I know of
That b***h ruined it
******** her
we moved, all over
I was happy there,
It was a poor area
But people were honest
But people were proud
I needed that.
I needed a close community
I feel estranged,
Out of my element
It made me cry
It made me hate
It made me hardened
It made me hurt
Then, to see someone near
Death, peace, to be home
It hurt me to know that
He will be happy
That b***h kept me from him
That b***h kept me from all
My family, proud, poor family
I want to be happy, I'm not
All because of that b***h
It makes me hurt
I feel dead
I felt alive, Vibrant
I'll be back, family
I'll be back
One day
- by Mr Waffles the Hound |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/25/2010 |
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- Title: Firstborn pain
- Artist: Mr Waffles the Hound
- Description: My experience in my hometown with my estranged family that my mom kept me from
- Date: 06/25/2010
- Tags: firstborn pain
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- Mr Waffles the Hound - 06/25/2010
- Writing this made me cry, A trip to Georgia... my ancestral home..
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