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[sid] => 78942
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => I Care
[time] => 2005-01-07 22:11:17
[hometext] => Please comment... nothing is meant to be derrogatory im jsut saying facts
[bodytext] => I’ve been called out And now I gotta confess it all So I’m doing this right now In front of all of ya'll I never should have met her I never should have kept her I never should have loved her And I never should have slept with her But why’d I have to fall in love with her Just to fall our of love with her too Why’d she have to be the one To deal with the ***** I’m going through Why’d she have to fall in love And be in love with me… Even though I’m the poster boy for an ass hole Why’d I lead her on Going back just so she wouldn’t cry Staying for one more chance Just to open up her thighs Why do I love clothes And why’d she start buying me those If I didn’t know better I’d say she knew And tried to keep me I tried to stay But now I'm through She says she has a baby And that I’m the baby’s daddy I think she wanted it And now she got it To try to keep me Somehow we can’t agree On what to do with it We both DON’T wanna abort it I wanna put it up for adoption But she says that ain't even an option But what she don’t understand Is its her body But my responsibility It’s her kid but my financial burden She accuses me of not caring And being selfish Maybe a ghetto life style Is something I’m trying to spare him maybe she’s not the only one cause I’m scared too maybe I don’t wanna fail and be a bad father maybe I don’t wanna be Just a check in the mail so I’m like why bother I can’t support a baby Much less a whole family I’m not even ready for either I don’t want a handout I don’t even want my fears to standout Id rather let someone Who can provide a good life Than raise my kid than look in his eyes And feel his hunger as he cries Id rather know When he’s sick he can go and get well Than worry about taking him to the doctor Cause I gotta pay the bill For once I can’t make an emotional decision I gotta make a life decision What’s better for five lives We get to know he’s provided for He gets out the hood They get a son Everyone wins but she doesn’t see it that way Then she wants security I thought you didn’t want me for my money You grew up with out a daddy and you’re perfectly fine You don’t have insurance And think your fine Then why’d you walk around For a whole semester with shin splint I’m not gonna let my child grow up in a split household his moms a Mormon and his dads a protestant imagine the confusion that would barrage his young mind what good is it to work 2 jobs and never see my son when his mom has to hate me for everything I’ve done when will she understand It’s not about giving the baby up It’s about loving the baby enough to give it more when is my responsibility relinquished when my will is not followed for my own damn kid when does my opinion count for anything when is my case discussed when is my love noticed when is it finally seen that I care © Wayne Wende [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 65 [informant] => swiftsouljah [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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