Story of my life

I was born to a woman of great strength,
She gave her life to raise her children, 
Even alone my mother prevailed 
And raised the best little fuckers in all the land,
I’m a god that actually cares,
And my sister is and angel  from the heavens above,
There was a different angel when I was little,
That didn’t make it through the hell 
My father was living in,
My father loved ruling in hell,
Had my first words explaining my feelings,
To bad those feelings were hurt,
Heaven forbid my full blood sister survive,
My  father made sure she died in the end,
Was it really his fault,
I feel I will never know ,
He was hurting from not being enough, 
And doing the drugs which help him forget,
My mother was strong and stood un phased,
Then my sister the angel was born,
Not to my dad but a new step dad,
Too bad he was nutts, and ruled hell as well,
That crazy fucker would murder our puppies, 
Telling us while doing so it’s to protect us all,
That man went on his own little way,
And soon I found out there was good men out too,
But with the next man she dated the alcohol was his favorite thing,
Drank so much he was never clean,
They soon split even though he was cool, 
Because he liked 4 wheelers and wanted to provide them for me,
Then she found that young one, 
That made her feel like a queen,
That bad ass motherfucker was cool as hell,
Even though his big clutch was smoking weed,
That’s ok though cause so do I, we actually fought before cause his weed was gone,
I was the thief for that wonderful weed,
I learned about it at school remember Dare when it was cool,
They showed me something my stepdad had,
And from that moment I wanted those giggles,
See school didn’t scare me of weed,
School if it did anything it made made a need
Told me makes you funny, and makes one laugh,
Distorts their theory of who they really were,
And thought to myself that’s who I wanna be,
That happy little hippie that is happy to be,
Taking pleasures in the munchies and all such things,
Why do I smoke so much weed,
You might laugh if I began to explain,
But it’s easier to say it was a happy that was cheap,
Because the world is judging,
And as kids that hurts,
The smallest of kids can cause your feels,
Because the younger they are, 
Their filter is less developed,
They say what they know,
Will deal the best blow,
You’re fat or stupid
How many eyes can 4 eyes hold,
Kids are so mean but so are adults,
Saying that I’m undeserving because I’m fat,
Or calling me lazy because I raise kids instead.
So what if my wife,
Wanted to save lives and I’m just handy,
So I raise my boys and do the best I can,
To raise better men than I have been raised,
But unfortunately sometimes our past becomes our present,
And even now the future is repeated,
Once upon a time my kids were beaten,  
Cause when I was a new dad,
I didn’t understand it,
Nothing at all just knew that I’d do,
Anything for my woman, and the kids she has made,
Love my wife Krista kids and all.

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