The forgotten child


As night falls again, I'm thinking of you. I chose to smoke dope instead of raising you. I cry and I cry,but it does no good. I gave up our home to get high in the hood. I could have chosen to fight, but instead I chose to run. It hurts so bad, the damage is done. If I did fight, that fight I might win. But instead I chose to smoke dope and the devil wears a grin. My precious child if only I had you right now here to touch. And know that our lives will never be the same. All I can hear them say is 'charge it to the game'.

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