Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress



April 23, 2020

Copyright 2014

My mammy, is never happy,

until the first of the month

My pappy’s, head is nappy,

and he always gets drunk.

My brother, stays in trouble,

with the local P.D.

My sister, how I miss her,

because she lives in the street.

My doctor, couldn’t to stop her,

when she cried from the pain

My preacher, couldn’t reach her, with his clout down the drain.

I had a dream, I grew some wings, and like a bird I could fly

I think I need, a trampoline,

so I can touch the sky.

My veins, are full of cocaine,

and I still ain’t high

Ain’t no wonder, I ne...

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