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what is magic if it does not amuse
a little child who has the blues
mamas gone don't know dad
had a dog now it’s dead
the sitters always late
high and drunk all the time
always smells like spilled wine
on her dress and on her breath
I swear if she touches me one more time
no more tears no more crying
a time to kill means some ones dying
teacher said he's holding me back
until my grades improve
by that time I'll be dead or in juve
like my brother Junie
mama came back yesterday
she been to work she say
ain't got no pay to show for all the days
I had to wait for her to come home late
crumbs on the plate
she askin me have I ate
like she care what I'm gone eat, air
I shrug, struggling to answer
I can make it all go away
just disappear like that
pull something out my hat
runaway never come back
