Mother and Me
walkin in where ya bin
you wobblin quivering wide eyes dribbling,
you got smack
50 grams of crack.
moneys gone
you talking wrong
where ya coming from
ya sapposed to be ma mom
you taking heroin faster than adrenalin again,
why ya doing this, ya killin me and our family
mom is this they it was ment to be
getting reefa of the streets
taking ecstasy like sweets
there giving out happy pills more than fire drills,
“ mom don’t do it, im through with it , ya blaming dad.
He’s gone he’s the past only memories ya neva had.
Since age 4 I didn’t no who you where anymore
I guess getting high was your way of sayin goodbye
I never ment to see you die
Dad shouting at the door
quarter ta four
like veitnam war
ya screaming for no more
face is soar
he keeps slamming it off the floor
blood streaming
but I hear no more screaming
I think im dreamin
but I don’t see breathin
(priest) “here lies the boady of mrs smith
yet her existance is a myth
the only thing she knew was how to make a good spliff
Rehab was her home
she had a drug syndrome
vodka was her water
she was her mothers daughter
but died of man-slaughter”
social services came the other day
said they where taking me away
to a happy place
without murder and hate
I guess this was my fate
I cant look at your face
