My ma was a whore
been dead for a week,
she's lost in a swamp
or burried two meters deep.
My pa was her pimp,
he stabbed her through and through,
in a jealous rage,
that fucked up little imp.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave ya, even if ya will.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave you, even if ya will.
My ma was a whore,
been dead for a week,
no money and no choice,
an underdog's little joy.
My brother was a junk,
no meaning to his life,
he said „fuck you all“,
disappeared out of sight.
Say, say, say my sis, be still,
it's OK to wish your death, or cry if ya will.
Say, say, say my sis, be still,
it's OK to wish your death, or die if ya will.
My ma was whore,
been dead for a week,
she died thought more
of her infants dying streak.
My ma was a whore,
had a stillborn, she was young.
Her son, my only friend,
all alone in his amend.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave you, even if ya will.
Say, say, say my child, be still,
yo ma ain't never gonna leave you, even if ya will.
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