A son taken away from his mother too soon.
26 years old and your son who can barely walk… you lived upstairs from me we would smile and talk. Never knew your master plan…peeped out my son working but not even a man. Flirting with my son with your tight clothes, you love the fact he young and you old. You kick your baby daddy out cause he won’t work…crying on my sons shoulder getting makeup on his shirt…my son says you deserve better than him he’s a jerk.
Your lights gets turned off you scared of the night and cold…my son ask me can he keep you company I say hell no! Dam boy you only 16 what she doing to you isn’t fair…like 2PAC “I’m checking in his bedroom he aint there.” Called the law and they laughing in my face…they knocked on her door but didn’t case the place. So she moved away and took my son now I’m trying to resist…my son begged me “please momma don’t ball up your fist…called the law to report many runaways but he only gets slaps on the wrist…court cost and fees I had to pay I was so pissed.
Now they got 3 kids my son never at home…she crying to me over the phone…I told her to leave him alone. Rushed to be a man and a father…you walk around stressed and bothered…now 19 no job always getting high and hitting the bottle…just left the baby bottle…now you not around for your kids like your father.
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