Two kids,
Too young to know.
How could they know,
When you never did show,
No, you never did show,
What i've always known.
They couldn't understand,
Had not a clue.
That you were on drugs while you were blue,
And little do they know that he was on drugs too.
When they were hurt,
Mainly from being beat,
For something a little as running in the street,
Or their rooms not being neat.
They'd be hurt so badly that she couldn't stay in her seat.
So you would make her repeat,
Her question sheet.
You're children are there to learn and to teach,
Not for you to mistreat.
But I guess you don't get it.
I'd like to say your sins; God will remit,
But I'm not so sure of it.
How many times do you need to be told,
Your children need to be controlled,
Before you finally realize,
Every one is surprised,
That their still alive?
One day I will find them and they shall bid you their last goodbye.
I can promise you that.
It's an inevitable fact.
If by the time I get there,
They are not intact,
I will rip out you hair,
And when I leave, You will no longer need air.
One day someone will show you how it feels to be beaten,
Broken down and crying,
When that day comes you will finally be defeated.
From you there will be no more lying,
Because you'll be too busy dying.
