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"THE GOOD LIFE O8!"

	Reminizing the past	592 giorni fa
	I'll keep spitting like a llama on a killing spree Running through the flashbacks Flashbacks when i was young who would ever thought i'd have a babygurl and 3sons while going through the difficult stages i found it hard to believe that he weren't the one who would support me and my family. my man was an alchololic and i couldn't stand. wasn't helpful and would never lend a hand. always raised his hand in abusive ways, from the hurt all we could do is pray. everynight when we went to sleep use to pray to god for something good to eat, My kids couldn't learn nor get educated, my son's eyes were always diolated, couldn't see though noone cared, we had nothing we had no bed though i never could have the courage nor the guts to leave his side, i always goes back to remembering the day he made me his wife. how much i means to him he wouldn't express. how he felt all was in destress. tears i shed for the lifes of my young, got me contemplating how i did so wrong How i could put up with him for oh so long. Never had the courage to stand up to him, was hopelessly devoted, wasn't treated right each and everynight we would have a fight i sacrificed all that i had, all my friends couldn't stand that i made him My man. as tears i wept and never slept at night had to find someway of living in this poverty got no help from the guttless fools in this society, i use to cry myself to sleep at night wishing that oneday we would get this right, all we wanted was food and a place to sleep somewhere you lay and to rest our feet.. Is that not enough? Why couldn't you'se just see, We one family stuggling living in this poverty yeh no help from the society, all whom laufed and stared from guttless fool in the community. ________________ Written "2007" :: Laydee Faye
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