"What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor,
'Cause he's hungry,
And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone,
In and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now,
He's just smokin' rock now,
So for you this is just a good time,
But for me, this is what I call life."
Girl, you ain't the only one to have a baby,
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
So she stared me right square in the eye
and said, "Everyday I wake up hopin' to die."
~Bastille
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