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WHAT MOM & DAD DID
By L. Garcia
© 1999 Property of Middle Finger Recordz

Mom says daddy's "locked up" and he left her alone
To raise us but she doesn't 'cause she's never home.
Kids with new clothes on the first day of school
Laugh and call me "poor", being so cruel.
When I can't get a toy at the store, I don't cry anymore.
I've been there before 'cause we're "too poor".
In the store, I saw a lady with a man who looked like dad.
I think mommy saw too 'cause after, she was mad.
It's sad how life to me is different from other kids.
Why do we pay for what mom and dad did?
But mom tells me "daddy will be back in a year."
While she sells our food stamps to buy one case of beer.
When she drinks enough, we put her to sleep
Without dinner. We're hungry with nothing to eat.
But I know a way to make life better for mother.
"Pack up...It's time to run away, brother."

REGRETS TO FORGET
By L. Garcia
© 1999 Property of Middle Finger Recordz

You came to me first. Innocent and shy,
But I knew the truth. The eyes never lie.
You cheated on my ass. It's obvious I knew.
It didn't make a difference 'cause I never cared for you.
Another name on my list. Just then when I was bored.
One of the many fish, left thrown on the shore.
But then when you left me, I admit it hurt a bit.
One minute went and passed and I forgot about it.

Who came back to whom? That's right, you did.
Admitting to me that you acted like a little kid.
I gave a second chance, knowing that it wouldn't last.
We had no future for us, we only had a past.
Now you are far away again and I am moving on
To a person even better so who care's if you are gone?
Thinking I was hurt but really, I could care less.
You weren't the first, the worse, or by far not even best.
Now your just a memory that I really do regret,
But they will come and go so you'll be easy to forget.

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UNLOCKED
By L. Garcia
© 2004 Property of Middle Finger Recordz

You go to your desk and there you see your son,
Opening the drawer and inside it is your gun.
It took a second to realize that you forgot to lock it up.
You grab the loaded gun from him just when he picks it up.
You used to buy him replicas that shot caps and water.
He hopes that maybe one day he might have one like his fathers.
The movies that you let him watch are full of trigger happy cops,
Robbers, cowboys, violence too but still you let him watch.

So all that you can do with him is give his wrist a slap.
It's not his fault he wants a gun, not one that just shoots caps.
You glorified the weapon. He's too young to understand,
When you said that he "can hold one as soon as he's a man."
These words were very powerful and now he's incomplete.
He wants to be a man like you so waits until you leave.
And when you walked away that day there's something you forgot.
You put the gun back in it's place but still forgot to lock.

He shivers with cold chills as soon as skin touches steel.
He twirls it on his fingers like those wild western films.
He's finally a man like Dad. Dad would be so proud.
But Dad was downstairs unaware when the shot went off so loud.
The gun slipped from the fingers like his son's life slipped from his.
He didn' t know much better but deep inside dad knew he did.
Now Dad's put away and locked up like he should've had his gun.
Now is Daddy really proud that he made a man out of his son?