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Help is what I do
When u hurt I feel it too I shared my utilities Cause I knew you had no money I sent my cordless phone To your house so you wouldn’t be alone My cord carried electric to your lights I would never say a word in spite Now you say that my little boy Stole a old cage with a ploy A large T V gone from your floor You borrowed mine before So a wittness says the cage was outside I defended my son’s teenage pride Now you called him names “Don’t defend him, he stole the whole time” Through the pains It’s my job to defend what’s mine I hope you have another friend that cared As much as much as I have given and shared
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