A Thought

I wasn't doing is mama,
I swears it wasn't me,
Cuz mama I'm a good girl
Born to run free.

Mama he hit her first,
I stepped in and surely got the worst.
Cuz mama when I'm in the white,
Of the crip hos-pi-tal,
A thought for me, mama
Please, or two?

Cuz mama he hit her first,
No one slaps my friends
Mama mama, he raped her mama
And I couldn't bring it to an end.

No no mama, I want to die in peace
Cuz mama mama,
I know I'll get some sleep


For A Friend Whos Mother Was Raped. 1
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