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Mama wasn’t a one hitter quitter
Daddy was a bad pick of the litter
Came out the womb glowing like glitter
Illuminating the whole hospital
Doctor hit me on the bum
Grandma smelled like a fifth of rum
The cord was cut, couldn’t stay connected
To the source, rode in on a horse
Pulled apart no matter how
I tried no longer could I feel the vibe
Of my tribe so I scribed
I want to divorce my parents
Irreconcilable differences
On the fence trying to escape
Hoping Saint Peter didn’t lock the gate
Hope Heaven don’t mind harboring
A fugitive, need a recall on some relatives
