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I see you looking like this thing is official, must be a referee down blowing hard on his whistle
You sprung over someone who ain’t even thinking of the issue, might be pregnant over someone who breaks you down into them tissues 
I don’t know, how you could love him like he heaven on earth, once he gets you on your backside, all he doing is lifting your skirt
I know it hurts, I see it through the mud in the dirt, plant you out there like a flower for everyone to see, then unbelievable hands, popping on you like fireworks
It’s uneasy for you, while working from that nine to five; bruises on your body make you wanna turn to homicide 
Those thoughts challenge the mind, while you provide, hands to the little bundle of joy that was once, force between your thighs
Held in the process while your belly arise, as you look into the mirror, you see a fatherless child, reflection deep down inside
Now after nine months of carrying his child, you look into the newborn’s eyes, pretending like you don’t wanna smile 
He so beautiful never thought he would look like his father; it’s been an honor, raising him on Eminem album but his daddy promotes the monster
Carry along as the baby’s mind starts to wonder, growing up without a father, hurts him more than living back home with his momma
Running away trying to fade back to the memory day, when he first saw his father face, pushing in his momma place
Asking questions like he never had the chance to waste, Daddy are you here for me or am I just other space
Without an answer this man turns to cancer, Deadbeat daddy on the news graduated with his masters
Guidance from the pastors, bless those who need help after, decisions of making it work, in the happy home before the train disaster
It’s a flesh wound
It’s a flesh wound 2x