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Dope Baby

She took it all, all that I had But don’t think of her as bad I love her anyway Good or bad, either way I ask, "We havin' that baby?" She whispers, "Maybe." Passin' out on my floor My babys tryna get out that door She shot it up every day at 2 I thought it was a lie but I found it was true Dragging me into her game was her delight There wasn’t any real reason to fight Screamin’ in the middle of the night Cold sweat, furious eyes, what a sight Tellin’ her, "It’ll be ok, babe, dontcha worry, the doc’ will be here in a hurry." Showin’ up in black I say, "Get my baby on track." "Seems like shes withdrawin’, son, it’ll be a long time ’till this battles won." My baby lost the battle No chance of hearin’ that rattle She took herself, and my baby too Thinkin’ to myself, "She coulda started new."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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