You can’t get ahead on your own
It’s funny how you can’t make it alone
Always wanting people to do for you
When it’s your turn you never come through
Poor baby doesn’t want any competition
Bitch the game is what you’re getting
You are so unbelievably lazy
You whining is driving me crazy
How is it that you can raise a child?
When in front of your kid you run wild
I hope you never amount to anything
Bitch you will always have nothing.
Jessica Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitch-3/
