I was going to marry the mother of my daughter.
I was working a regular nine to five.
I had just got promoted to supervisor and everything.
I came home early one day and there she was, smashing the homie.
The whole time I was fucking dude up, she was saying
“you’re always working!”,
“you’re never home!”
While I was choking old dude I kept thinking “that bitch just didn’t love me!”
I was hurting him, because it was hurting me.
When I was in county jail, she kept visiting me saying “I’m sorry”, this that and the third.
She even told me how much she really needed me.
When I got out I went over to her house and there she was,
pregnant by this other dude and he was kicking her ass and shit.
It almost made the GPS bracket worth wearing.
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