The Real Mothers

Sick and tired of the major leagues

You’d better watch your mouth

I’ll do what i please

With them sordid eyes

The mystery lies in me

 

The real mothers

In the meat locker

The damn youth

 

Eye for eye and your lazy speech

With your naked lunch

While the preachers preach

Scum for dinner

The cost of killing is free

 

Spent four long years

My heart displaced

Fish nets & recess

A foreign face

Your wreck and reign

Will dig my grave

Your pretty face

Will dig my grave

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