Broken Souls

Father's stop and provide don't run and hide.These deadbeat dad's are only glad to say I,m a father.
Beening hip-hop has your day and son flip-flop there sex living
out these fanastys of what you've not given them unconditional love.
Don't use drugs as your copout look toward heaven and your questions will be answer with the spiritual truth.
Life shouldn't have a hold on you take control and
unfold those godly skills.
That's been hidden cause of your self-pityness.
Love those who love you more than your own life.
That's your children!!

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How our parents stop being the parent and become the cellmate.No class, no free pass be a adult!!