I'M Not Sorry I'M Bad

We are in love with these insane streets- because it keeps us sane, replaces the pain, The overwhelming pain, this burden- you left for me to carry when you left me and mom in the rain Alone to fend for ourselves or die- in this treacherous place and mom She was just too innocent to get this- this trial to cope with at a early age You didn't even to go to jail- as if that would make this any better Never wanted this responsibility- and oh Savior how i was enraged Even though mom left too to seek- out life that could make living better And stranded again I was- with people who never knew to teach love I hated you for that and even though- you've made strides towards mending This soul of a son you left- I'm not sorry you left, I hate no more For without it i'd be lost for sure These streets that don't care to kill But loved and hugged me rugged with chill I'm glad you both did your mistakes to mold me And I'm not sorry I'm bad, Let God scold me Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas