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Her mama ain't home
Her papa is dead
Her brother's passed out
on the floor near her bed
She's always alone
In that house full of dread
She's normally crying
But just in her head
Her mama is nice
But somethimes she's not
When a day has been long
She'll hit her with a pot
This poor baby girl
She turned 6 last week
But her mama said school
Is just for the cheek
One day she ran
From the place she calls home
Her mama she found her
She hit her with the phone
"Baby Girl,You ain't nothin' but trouble!"
"Mama I love you!"
And she starts to cry
Because mama had hit her
right in the eye
It's hard to be the baby
In a family of hate
Her mama had found this
Much too late
Her baby is gone
She might be dead
She was kidnapped on her birthday
She was hit over her head
She had turned 6
But was left all alone
And a dangerous man
Snuck into her home
Her mama wasn't home
Her papa was dead
Her brother was passed out
On the floor near her bed
She was taken away
And hasn't been seen since
Her mama had loved her
And now she is missed