Cold and lonely Sitting on the beer stained carpet Waiting for you to come home Out late again with one of your many whores The baby is crying No socks upon her feet They have turned tender and blue This is the sort of life I got from loving you The rats are in the corner nibbling on some bread They are bigger than cats There’s nothing for our baby to eat my breast milk is all gone You don’t have a job And you won’t allow me to work a lady from the city came she wanted to help she promised warm clothing and food once a month You say it’s your place to provide And not the States but We barely survive On the money you take From the poor man’s pocket Food is not a necessary need When your snorting up some one else’s good deed Hush little one daddy will be home This will be the last time he leaves When he walks through that door He’ll find himself all alone You and I will be on the cold Streets At least there we will be safeBirth sign: Aries
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