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Submitted:Aug 18, 2012    Reads: 32    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Years of work never having time to shed tears.
Money goes to bills to a place he is barely at.
Only when he sleeps he is at peace, he feels walked on like a mat.
He loves his girl but he can't marry her because he doesn't
want her to pay for his child support.
He wants to lose it but it will leave him in jail or court.
The baby momma is a crackhead and uses his money on her drugs.
She doesn't even care ,the baby is playing with syringes and bugs.
A slave he feels like all this money he is giving up and he doesn't even have a chance to be with his kid.
He can't escape the law cause they would find him if he hid.
11 more years of work til his kid is of age.
He doesn't complain he just does what he has to do without a standing ovation on stage.
Even though he truly need it really bad.
He is what you should call a super dad.


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