I was brought up here not in the best of ways
I considered myself blessed waking up to another day
I was the youngest out of three
My mom never treated us the same
She Showed the most love to the two
She named heroine and cocaine
I was only two,it was obvious my love wasn’t enough
How could my innocence ever compare to her drugs?
Now 17 years of age, I try not to reminisce on her
Ive come along way and I got room left to grow
And when my year comes for success
She won’t be sitting in the first row
I have been saved by some beautiful people
Thanks to them my story is worth the sequel
Don’t you think for a second that your past defines you
The concrete I grew on is hard but I’m breaking through

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