They say history repeats
No lie it's true
I have seen it from my own eyes to
My grandmother loved to feel fly
So she would get high
The company she kept
Was the reason why she left
Three kids wondering there worth
Lost in this cold world . .
I had the type of mom
That could hold down her own
Working late nights
Just trying to make it home
She had it all
Untill she began to fall
Holding down the married life
Secretly fighting and arguing at night
The screams got louder
She was battling this disaster
My mom was out with the wind
Started to make a lot of unfamiliar friends
Dealing with a dysfunctional man
Always raising his hands
When times got rough
They would forget about us
Everyone went there separate ways
Them happy days were over
Mommy was working on getting sober . .
My life was torture
Sixteen drinking and smoking weed
I was so closed off
I didn't understand the word "LOVE"
Different boyfriends and girlfriends
Not letting neither one of them in
At night when the lights went out
I was praying to god
" PLEASE HELP "
Numbed from the pain
My heart was aching
I couldn't take life seriously
It all started with my family
Although history repeats
I'm braking that cycle
There won't be no tragedies in my story . .
