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END OF A PIMP

Mother, why did you do me like that?
Your death came with a satisfaction,
Even if you did it to yourself.
Remember how the house was on fire?
That was me, waiting to smell your flesh...
I looked at my sister, her begging eyes...
I saved your life, again and again...

The years went by and you didn't care
Man after man came by, to f*ck me
You didn't care, you want it for yourself
Meth is a terrible thing...I saved your life
CPR on you at age 6. They f*ck me
CPR at age 8. They still f*ck me...
Drugs for trade? F*ck my daughter...

No one cares about poor Nichole...
She's a whore, sex is all she knows
Watch this porno to learn for them
Pull your neck this way, they like it
Teach your daughter to f*ck, they cum
I know it is wrong, in my soul

A chance to control for me
I took action the moment you convulsed
Hesitation, I refused to do CPR, this once
Age 12, my PIMP died, meth overdose
Release, Satisfaction, its over...
My life could then begin anew
Written by Monkeymaham2
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