yeah i’m still at the Gold Digger bar
past 4 am i party hard
slammin’ vodka laughin’ loud
jeans dirty scratched up arms
cigarettes all crushed and ground to the ground
i wear sweat socks with my heals
my man left me for a smack smoking whore
i’m pissed as hell and i don’t know my name
the welfare office cut off my game
during the day i beg for change
and once a month i take three trains
only to have my kids’ foster mom
cancel again
my daddy whupped me and put me on the streets
my momma left him but didn’t take me in
and the clean women from the west side
got a cold fire in their heart
at least my babies are fed
and i’m not crawlin’ on my knees
i guess i lost the social worker bet
the cops they picked me up on Tuesday
they said i was running in the street naked
i ran out of my calming pills
and my doctor said no more refills
it’s ok i understand my face’s a little dirty
my skin is really tan
the boils on my face
kinda’ turn you off
but it’s fine by me
my God above keeps watch
your stinging words against me
are flowers in my crown
i know my kids will grow up strong
and i did the best i could
the court judge calls me unresponsive
a cruel and evil ma’
he don’t know what happened
in Kentucky when i was a baby child
but it’s ok at least I have some common sense
i’d rather let my babies live
than drag them down with me
i never done nothin’ right in life
but i give thanks for my strength
and take pride in the pain
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