you were having a fat sack of crack attack
neglecting the fact, my son needed similac
now what you got to say to that?

your a crack whore
sneakin in and out the back door
always flat on your back
on a shack floor
taking it in the tush
so your crackhead boyfriend would give you a push

thinkin about the have nots
and the have dids,
trick, you too stupid to have kids
making up s**t, you said their dad did

yeah, so what? i was blazing
I was never too high to raise them
I was always there to praise them
and they will NEVER forget, how you played them

heartfelt

I really do like this poem/rap [that's how i played it in my head to a beat] but it is very good. Nice work.