It's friday no money no house no land
But only bills in my hand
All you gave us is your name
Say you want your son a lawyer
Your girl a nurse bit no money to mom
Poor woman with twin's living on strings
She said you love us but mention
Other children with your name
Oh you hard heart
What should the poor woman do?
were yo like a monkey jumping around
Or life was just a game for you
Poor woman with twin's living on strings
No picture of you kissing my cheek
Or patting me to sleep
As if I was born in the 17th century
Was there no camera's
No doctor no record
taking care of self did not matter to you
Did you really love us
Your not here to say i do
But there is a record god has account on you
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