A baby out of the womb,
finally escapes from his assigned tomb.
Don't ask him why he's crying,
and maybe why he end up defying.
One tomb to the next tomb,
he finds himself locked up in lifes permanent room.
That is until death does him apart,
sometimes even before he gets a good start.

Momma why is life so hard,
why did daddy end up falling apart?
Why did he commit suicide,
then leave me here to commit homicide.
I only tried the drugs,
because no one gave me love and hugs.
I felt ignored and alone,
and now my father is gone.

Now I'm back in a tomb,
sitting in a jail house room,
because I failed to adapt,
or was inept,
to deal with this place that you bore me,
now all I know is that I want to be free.

Because, 

 I'm sick and tired,
and I never desired,
to be the way I turned out.
Now I sat and pout,
because I want out.

One reason I turned bad,
was because of dad.
Now he's gone,
and I'm in here still all alone.
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The child ended up paying his dues,
in his own shoes,
Because.