by natalia posadas mazon
(killeen tx)

BABY why u do the things u do,???? ....

go rob while i just watch u ,
go get shot from a cop,
go baby run, "run run run" ,
while u smile on u way back with ur home"z dat got ur back
and a trunk full of stolen Idems

i cry baby "why why",

but u don't give a jack,

baby i cry once more why why why baby why u do the things u do,

then with a laugh u go right out da door,
with ur home'z that got ur back,

later that night u come on the news,

new reporter says there's a man on the lose from just robin a house a block away,

i cry baby why why why ...

in a flash 3 yrs go by u get out of jail and get to see ur baby boy u left behide,

u said u where srry i an't seen it right,

8 yrs pass and now are baby boy is turning 11 ,

just the night on his birthday there was a shot lefted, runing outside he saw his daddy die,

then i cried ohh god why why why... just take our lifes

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