first, they will starve you/ that knot in your gut never goes away/ then, they will lock your brother up for shoplifting/ food/  food so you could feed your belly with it food/ then, that bitch from social services keeps coming around and you threw rocks at her car but she will be back, probably with cops/ you knew where you could run and you knew where the bodies and the guns were buried/ what you only kind of knew is that your clothes were rags/ you did not know you smelled like butt wipe/ when the light died, and it was dark as spite, you sat on the back steps and played with your doll because you could/