Through the motive of this life,
I commit each crime,
Feed the little seeds at home,
That were born in this poverty,
Couldn't come up with enough pennies,
To buy a contraceptive,
But felt the heat in the moment,
And decided to hit it,
Could not leave them with their momma,
She filled up with drugs up to her head,
I rather leave her -then watch them die,
Hoping one day you grow up right,
Grow up and be something,
Than join me in this insane life,
No end in sight, just one day at a time.
