I just touched down
sons living like vagabonds was the word on the streetsI refuse to surrender in defeatshe's out turning tricks and hitting licks, performingtraphouse flicksshe knew my relaease date, the ways of despise and hateshe has decided my fate long enough, a roadthat was long and roughjust trying to save my sons, I'm truly done with my dirt daysI just hate that waited to become forty years of ageat a regretful stage, I feel like a pioneer running in a mazemy biggest fear is becoming enragedwhen I get a hold of her, I haven't the plans for another domesticbattery charge to reoccurshe dont have to say a word or never speak at all for my partall i set out to do is grab my sons and we can forever departTrue Story(Dedicated To Mohlyn Sr.)Stay Strong!!!
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