A toddler dies in a troubled home,
Why do you act like he was unknown?
You created life to raise as yours,
But you're too busy fucking whores.
How can you watch your own son pass,
To worry about drugs, then him last.
I took pictures from the side view,
So I have the memory to curse you.
When your own flesh and blood dies,
You're bloodshot eyes need to cry.
Is today's high so God damned good?
Or am I badly fucken misunderstood?
How does it hurt me more then you?
Since this is a child I never knew.
Will he not ever be truly missed?
Or are you proud parents for this?
He's doing great in a better place,
Now he is loved with a clean face.
If we have God turning the screws,
Why did he let you fucks reproduce?
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