I know what the police report says....
I know that it lied when it told me my momma fought on his side
I know what the officer told me, said I’d get to go back to family
And I know that somebody made that 911 call, but what they said isn’t what I recall
And I know what they said a few weeks later, that if I was smart I would grow to hate her
But I also know it wasn’t her hands around my neck, she wasn’t the one that lost all my respect.
And I know what the judge decided on judgement day, when he took my whole life away
I know how it felt to feel alone, to be in a house but not a home
I know how to deal with my memories, how to ignore every tradgedy
So Ya, I know what the police report says… and so does everyone who bothers to read it.
But don’t you dare act like you know what actually happened, when you weren’t there to see it.