N My Youth

by Blackheaven


How could I have been so selfish and ungrateful 
2 4get where you've brought me from
Witnessed so much in my youth
Project walls, rat poison
Screamin, cryin babies
Guns, knives
Wire clothes hangers, crackpipes, rocks
Needles on top of medicine cabinets
And, stretched out socks
Hearts flooded with tears
And for years we lived that way, 
so how could I have been so selfish and ungrateful 
2 4get all that you've brought me thru
How could I have 4gotten my youth
Foodstamps, hand-me downs
Salvation army on our backs
Meat in the freezer, sold 4 a fix
Bologna sandwiches, no food in the house
Screamin, cryin babies
Runnin barefoot to the neighbors
Suicide, peepin thru closed blinds
2 many times we've cried, so 
How could I have ever been so ungrateful,
2 4get  all that you've brought me thru
Lord, How could I have 4gotten my youth


N My Youth by Blackheaven

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