I'm from the Good Life City
Called Albany, Georgia
Where my dad used to beat me
And lock my Mom in the closet.
It was rough growing up
Bleedin' from the extension cord
But somehow I made it out
And for that I owe the Lord.
I used to cry on the inside
On the outside I would smile
My friends never knew
In my shoes...couldn't walk a mile.
But if I stare at my past
My future would be behind
So I keep pressing forward
Gotta cross that finish line.
I thank my parents for all they’ve done
My aunts for opening doors
My friends who gave me a place to sleep
My siblings for your love.
Thanks to those who remained true
Without your love I'd be a mess
We went through our ups and downs
But in the end we stood the test.
Let me tell you about my cousin
He used to rape me
Adults are always right
So wrong...nah he couldn't be.
Men at the corner stores
Tongues all in my mouth
I was only a teen
My life in the dirty south
Many sleepless nights
Noone to show me pity
But what's ironic, Y'all
This is the Good Life City
Life so good
Hungry for days
Sleeping in hotels
To escape his abusive ways
But I made it out
No longer could abide
Slit my wrist Y'all
I tried to commit suicide
I'd given up on God
How could he let this be
The abuse...the rape
It was a mystery
I held on strong
Tried to keep the faith
The devil was busy
Finally gave God the praise
I'm a living witness
For me, there's no excuse
If you put your mind to it
There's so much you can do
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