Your Last Chance
With all the rich girls I’d become close friends with
The block cheese sat in the frig
And powdered eggs that tasted like dirt
I was the poor kid
Fun and funny
Crazy much
Jumping roof to roof
Still I did belong
The road’s closed
I began to know
Merit scholarship to the finest school
With foster care attire
My brain was not enough
I sat alone
I ate too much
And got fat
Hated myself
No men came near
My body read
The road is closed
Years and years passed
Tribulations
But growth and slowly rise
Learning to leave the shitheads in the gutter, move aside
Dressed connected
Successful strong
A beauty on Park Ave
Just once that sign showed up again
In my own neighborhood
The jealous women
Who hate themselves, their lives, their husbands and their kids
Put do not enter
Do not cross
And alienated my kids
Well
Geez
Isn’t it it just too bad for you
You messed with the wrongest bitch
See I don’t come from a silver spoon, I come up from up from the ditch
So each of you
I know this abs that
And dirt on each of you
So do not enter
Do not cross
It’ll be the last thing that you do
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