Not All Kids Have It Made

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Verse 1

She was a wonderful mistake,

Never planned, never forsaked,

She's gonna prove to us all one day,

She was born to be here,

Born to stay,

Was always destined to be in the middle,

Never was to be in the spotlight,

Always to be played second fiddle,

Soon her light's going to shine bright,

Just to prove that she was right.

Chorus

Not all kids have it made,

Some get beat with knives and spades,

Some are hurt with words of hate,

Some breakdown,

It's just their fate,

Some are scorn with fits of rage,

Some are forced to act older then their age,

All their lives will soon fade,

Just know this,

Not all kids have it made.

Verse 2

On the night of his eighth Christmas,

He was sneaking downstairs,

To take a peak at his presents,

He never thought of what he found there,

Next to the tree stood his daddy,

Wrapped around someone else,

I was what they all fearedm

You couldn't believe how he felt,

He had to run back upstairs,

Just to dry his tears,

The next day was the last time he saw his daddy,

Sitting next to her,

The same girl he saw him with,

Just the night before,

He said he had to gom

That they'd see eachother again,

But he knew that wasn't true,

That he was lying once again.

Chorus

Not all kids have it made,

Some get beat with knives or spades,

Some are hurt with words of hate,

Some breakdown,

It's just their fate,

Some are scorn with fits of rage,

Some are forced to act older then their age,

All their lives will soon fade,

Just know this,

Not all kids have it made.

Bridge

She was due in September,

But came early in June,

She says it wasn't a mistake,

Just all a little too soon,

He has a plan for everyone,

Sadly in this case,

It was the baby He had to take,

That little soul had to leave,

She couldn't think she could live,

Nor die,

Nor breathe.

Chorus

Not all kids have it made,

Some get beat with knives and spades,

Some are hurt with words of hate,

Some breakdown,

It's just their fate,

Some are scorn with fits of rage,

Some are forced to act older then their age

All their lives will soon fade,

Just know this,

Not all kids have it made.

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