brendas baby lived
Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 10:34 am
born hated placed among waste to be erased for good
a storm berated my faith my first taste from the womb
sat inside cryin tryin to escape to the hood
cuz when the hood is a step up the rock ur unders a tomb
was just a youngster half an hour old put in a dumpster
my mother, alone no lover, didnt understand that we needed each other
i wish i could talk to her, make her see
i wasnt a sewer, she couldnt dump her shit on me
i wasnt sposed to live, she tried to kill me
but what i wouldnt give, to know she feels guilty
to know she knows it wasnt my fault
she was a hoe fo sho shoulda kept her legs crossed
but her loss wasnt without cost...
she tossed part of her soul with that blanket
i wonder if she could go back would she do the same shit
she made me feel lower then a worm
a hundred feet
i guess that would make me
a centipede
but i guess at 12 it would be hell if it wasnt meant to be
but as a newborn i know it was hell bein brendas seed
thats right brendas baby lived
a lil crazy maybe but definitely a gift
i heard she was 12 years old when she had me
couldnt face me in her future without a job or a daddy
so she trashed me, her beautiful black seed
and yall know what happened
a rose with rabid frantic almost tragic tenacity grew in that trash heap
a storm berated my faith my first taste from the womb
sat inside cryin tryin to escape to the hood
cuz when the hood is a step up the rock ur unders a tomb
was just a youngster half an hour old put in a dumpster
my mother, alone no lover, didnt understand that we needed each other
i wish i could talk to her, make her see
i wasnt a sewer, she couldnt dump her shit on me
i wasnt sposed to live, she tried to kill me
but what i wouldnt give, to know she feels guilty
to know she knows it wasnt my fault
she was a hoe fo sho shoulda kept her legs crossed
but her loss wasnt without cost...
she tossed part of her soul with that blanket
i wonder if she could go back would she do the same shit
she made me feel lower then a worm
a hundred feet
i guess that would make me
a centipede
but i guess at 12 it would be hell if it wasnt meant to be
but as a newborn i know it was hell bein brendas seed
thats right brendas baby lived
a lil crazy maybe but definitely a gift
i heard she was 12 years old when she had me
couldnt face me in her future without a job or a daddy
so she trashed me, her beautiful black seed
and yall know what happened
a rose with rabid frantic almost tragic tenacity grew in that trash heap