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Apr 12, 2012 - 3 comments

My Momma didn't bring me into this world to let it eat me up,
It might have beat me up,
F u c k e d  me up,
But it didn't eat me up.

It might have woke me up,
Sounds from the crack of dawn,
Somewhere...hanging from an angels wing,
Birth is terminal and the ordeal is the happening in between.

It might have shook me up,
Memories of the future remember not too long ago I was lost and running,
Running without answers..not looking for answers,
Just lost and running.

It might have messed me up,
Living on the defense for offenses I committed,
And I guess those times when I don't care anymore,
Are the most desparate, or most selfish times I know.

It might have tripped me up,
Breaking old promises to make new promises,
And a dark side of good sometimes trying is an excuse,
Or a mind game played just to keep a thing the same.

It might have twisted me up,
Times I wasn't responsible for what I did,
Then come the times of consequence that I recognize as mine,
And because I can still recognize I know it hasn't used me up.

My Momma didn't bring me into this world to let it eat me up.
It might have beat me up,
F u c k e d  me up,
But it didn't eat me up.