Last Night
Mama not even caring no more
Ole dude did you wrong left you sitting at the door
Nobody, own your own trying to make it
Don't believe what no one have to say
You feel like it's trash, lie's, drama
Praying asking GOD for help every day
Wouldn't be like this if I had a dad
To hold me down
I got some thing to say
I'm going to let it be known
I'm in alot of stress fell every day is a test
My worries: your drama : all boils down to alot of stress
Copyright © Kymberlee Williams | Year Posted 2008
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