January 26, 2010
By , east chicago, IN
My black tall man
Why put our family
Through a dark road.
Your ways is ugly and very unusual.
All this for a bottle of OE
You make me want to bang your head in a glass window,
But I can’t that want stop you from drinking,
Don’t you see your kids crying?
No more laughing now
It’s not a game it’s my grandpa
Playing the drinking game.

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