To My Foster Mother

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God pours rain on me, to grow a wild flower

at sixteen, my father fucked my mother,

he wasn't there when she pushed me out of her

My life's a bitch, my foster mom knows nothing about her

I've been to hell and back, I'll never show her  my vouchers

she doesn't like me rollin' blunts, I smoke em for hours

she marries herself to my life, I break those vows

my bathroom drawer is full of cold razors

and my dresser holds a closed bible

I love her more than I hate

But things are horrible even when they're great

I locked my door while he fucked me, heard her beg

she grounds me for having sex, I laugh and say

it felt so good when he was rubbing my leg

she don't know the flavor, but she's a koolaid fiend

while i'm a comedy movie, she's a lifetime scene

when her words are like t.v static

i shut her up, i turn into megan-automatic

i laugh at the dick in her mouth,  it fucks what she say

i'll keep getting high as a bitch, cause im low every day

high up there, you are out of my way

okay, you say go to my room, then I'll go on shroom-mode

my feelings are stuck in a beating safe, LOVE is the combination code

its megan, motherfucker, I'm in I don't give a fuck mode

you keep knocking when I'm fucking, I don't even check the peephole

you can keep knocking, even knock it down

I'll moan louder as I hear your fist pound