My Unfortunate Excuse of a Father
ill have to hide my money, from your greedy hands.
wow stealing from a kid and your a grownup man.
youll be at home ill be at school
me worrying about you sealing all our food.
ill need a lock to my bedroom door
so you dot sneak in and steal some more.
i know what ill find when i come home
an empty house,me ll alone
our hope, youll steal, my money, youll take
then youll be be gone, dude your such a fake
i hide in my room now thinking about how
my life will be with you around.
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