Twerkin

I need to talk.

Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to pills,

but I do know what it's like to be a witness to kills.

Mama told me she loved me.

I'm thinking this isn't real.

I think of you when I get wet for that cigarette smell, yeah.

Welcome to the bottom of hell.

They say pain is a prison.

Let me out of myself.

You say you're proud of me, but you don't know me that well.

Seeing my room, tears running down my face,

and I yell into my pillowcases.

Say you coming to get us, then call a minute later.

Mr. Keller, she not humiliated.

I'm in a room with a parent that I don't really know.

Some lady in the corner watching us while she's taking notes.

I don't get it, ma.

Don't you want to watch your babies grow?

I guess pills are more important, and all you have to say is no.

But you won't do it, will you?

You're going to keep popping till them pills kill you.

I know you're gone, but I can still feel you.

Why would you leave us?

Why would you leave us?

How could you leave us?

How could you leave us?

Why would you leave us?

Why would you leave us?

Why would you leave us?

I got this picture in my room and it kills me.

But I don't need a picture of my mom, I need the real thing.

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