On Our Own

Living with a single mother that tries her best to make it work what a great civilian

No dad in my life that wants to help he moved on with a new family now he makes millions

But even without his help we will make it work

Living in the"ghetto" as others say,but they can't speak on it, their whole life they've been given forks

On our own we work hard to make a living

Nothing is ever handed down gotta work keep giving

Even though we don't have much money

She looks me in my eyes and says we will make it honey

One day I'll be nurse and make millions

Maybe then he'll want to come around but he's wasted 17 years and I will not credit a dead beat sorry civilian.   

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