I am kid again
And my mother she was the free spirit women
she could never be held down by the thought of kids
two sisters with me,
they were always my responsibility
Flashback to when I was the mother of the household
seeing my mother with her demons
Her lack to say no to the drugs
the power of the demons that possessed my mom to get physically abusive
My mind tells me "you are strong"
"be the adult the mature one"
"for sisters sake"
"show them that even though our life is bad now we have to push"
"and work hard so we can be better and make it out of this place".
And then I wake... am I really out of this place?