I held hard to my Mothers hand - My palm sweat perked her up
She gasped, 'life'll have its way with us' - I nod my head kinda dumb
Poem read, "folks seek enemies - its been us for centuries"
Youre gonna know theyre kicking you
When theyre kicking you
~Theres no doubt about it~
I blame myself for my sisters legs - how they gave when she was pushed
I always drank her milk for her - cause she claimed it made her hurt
I said naught to that scum - who pushed her hard from behind
When we pa** I can't meet his eye
That ba*tard had his way with life
~Theres no doubt about it~
I dodge the calls thrown at me - from the men all round town
They wonder why I don't get hard - with that man who had his way with us
I got a scene played in my head - of when I finally take him down
Id finally stand with the men
Throwing insults at someone else
~Theres no doubt about it~
My Mother slides from my sweat-palm - she fall onto my sisters legs
I lick the milk from around my lips - as she nods at her enemy
And you know theyre kicking you
~When they are kicking you
This life has had its way with us
~This life will have its way with us
~Theres no doubt about it~