<><><>The Wrong Pregnancy<><><>
...her stomachs swollen with life...
...baby feeds off steamed emotions...
...this jealousy's stollen my wife...
...stollen my baby,its holdin my knife...
...she's ripe with nectar from my seed...
...spill my lecture while it festers as it breaths...
...my babys passing stages no invasions...
...leaked on pages,tha ink still bleeds...
...no drugs in her system,shes been clean...
...soon to be mother, past fiend...
...makin sure tha glass clean, methamphetamine...
...her lovely eyes swellin wit fear...
...that little voices yells in her ear,u best disappear...
...six months now her minds been boggled...
...by whats about to happen,tha things shell have to toggle...
...uncertainty's shaded like goggles...
...on tha table breathin and pushin...
...now your seasoned and gushin...
...your fatigue has layed on this cushion...
...now its delayed and prolonged pushin...
...tha baby comes nearly five hours...
...cord around tha throat in her eyes its sour...
...she was brain dead already,exists a drugs true power...
