shine bright on my path, reach me at last
let the abuse please past, when daddy past
u promised u would never,
let storm or any bad weather,
come into our home, jerome
number four on the list, how much more of this,
much more bare fist, will i take
not for me but i cry for tate,
five years, with a full plate
he dont even walk str8
the basterd from a month or so,
left my heart sore, when he slammed T to the floor
about to break nose, my reality with time frooze
why u let him, into the house
sitting on daddy's couch,
....
am on fire...
