you can't curl my hair your not my mother any more its never fair when your parents are all whores don't say you love me and then yell right in my face call me just what I am a misrible mistake and where is daddy know that every ones far gone married to hoe and beats on her childern i guess I wasn't good enough didn't want black and blue skin i guess you like it when feel more a sin your little girl all fucked up know cocaine and some gin walked her into church on suday know she just sleeps in maybe shed be happy if mother would let her free but her happy world could never happen shes a memorie