"some Understanding of How I Was Made"
"Some Understanding of How I was made"
how i believe, i became a slave
by a set of mind beading hip-no needling
that begin with a cocktail of mind seeding potions
that had me barking by preschool
and remembering memories that everyone i knew
said that i never did, and said that
I was to tiny, i couldn't have as a very small child
so why won't the guilt go away?
now listen to what i have to say
there are ways to make a girl, lose his or her way
and you just found, one of the very many
so began the fear of knowing
that rich demons, have dirty plans for me
made me cry uncontrollably
and now in the understanding of who/how to make a slave!/?
by:lyricvixen
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2009
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