Abortion

I’ve got you mad, stickin’ that coat hanger,
I’ve got you lookin’ porky, call me a banger
You in Hell’s Kitchen wearin’ an apron and a hairnet,
Child on the way but you couldn’t care less
Cookin’ dope in the hood, your six months pregnant,
Gram for a dime, suck dick for a dollar from a tenant

You’ve got no morals and you’re spiralling down,
You should be resting your feet not drinkin’ in town
You want me dead then just finish me off,
I can’t take the sound of your morning smoker’s cough
The Devil on your shoulder, Lord bares witness,
For I am not born yet you want me to finish,
Bottle of Hennessey and that’s me diminished
You’re livin’ life on the edge, danglin’ your feet,
Electric eyes everywhere, nosebleed seats

At night you punch me, try to suffocate me with your arms,
The echo of my cries and screams shaded by police alarms
Karma is a bitch, but your bitch was beautiful,
You see ma I was destined to turn your life around,
But that night I drowned in my own tears and blood