Chicken Head
Chicken Head
Your a bird, with no wings!
Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
Why sell your body the way you do?
you least can get your son some new shoes.
If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
You have kids, you need to get a grip.
Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
Why are you selling your last food stamps?
To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
Crying to be loved by you,
You can really fix the things you do!
Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
Look inside your heart,
and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
A chicken head that stay in the streets.
Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
Pray the lord your soul to keep.
If you should die before you wake,
ask him to help take your kids pain away!
Some one should decapitate you,
for all the pain you put your kids threw.
So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
They cry for help, they beg of you!
Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
Copyright © Twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011
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