SOW, REAP, REPEAT

Contraception's such a bother
and passion's building higher Now!
I'm already thrice an unwed mother
things will, I hope, work out somehow.

Surprise! I'm pregnant once again
I guess this will make number four
each of them by different men
who've been through my revolving door.

All these men who came and went,
I've lost any count of them,
they'd probably fill a circus tent
those who've venture past my hem.

But another baby brings more money
meant to be spent on the child;
more food stamps, welfare, it's kinda funny.
I take the checks, my spawn run wild.

"Cause these kids all get in my way,
they interfere with my affairs.
Their schools feed them twice a day.
Who gives them supper? I don't care."

But I'm a nearly perfect mother
I let them raise themselves you see.
They learn their morals from each other.
(they damn sure don't learn them from me.)

Let them become a gang member,
let them all drop out of school.
Gangsta rap's all they remember,
they think adults are all plain fools.

Now late at night I'm nudged awake
by my latest paramour
it's three A.M. for gods sake!
but there are policemen at the door.

Ma'm your son is now in jail
he and some buddies killed a guy.
Tomorrow he'll be denied bail.
When asked, he gave no reason why.

In shock I go to the precinct
and look into his cold dark eyes.
His lack of remorse is distinct;
he smirks as his mama cries.

I guess I'll lose my oldest son,
is he twelve or thirteen years?
His life's over e're it has begun,
an urban savage it now appears.

What made him turn out this way?
How could this have come to be?
And how is it you dare to say
most of the blame belongs to Me???