It Hurts me Papa

It hurts me papa,
When you light that cigar,
Just after I made a prayer,
That you may get delivered.

It hurts me papa,
When you drink and beat mama,
It hurts me even more,
When you come home on fours.

It hurts me papa,
When you pee on yourself,
When you fall and break the shelf,
Do you have any respect for yourself.

It hurts me papa,
Every time you smoke the weed,
You leave us with nothing to feed,
Yet you can afford that rolled thing.

It hurt me papa,
When you sold all plantain,
Then you bought cocaine,
You left us in hunger pain.

It hurts me papa,
When you sweep all the coins,
Then you buy heroine,
With our only toil.

It hurts me papa,
When you chew the Khat,
Then you kick my pet cat,
Saying that it's growing fat.

It hurts me papa,
That smoke from your cigar,
It has given you cancer,
And you still take liquor.

Its hurts me papa,
When I hear a cough from sister,
Caused by smoke from your cigar,
Soon you will give her asthma.

It hurt me Papa,
When I saw you sharing a syringe,
Knowing how much damage,
You will cause to us your lineage.

Do you know papa?
That Sharing a syringe transmits HIV?
Do you know about VCT?
Do you know your status of HIV?

It hurts me papa,
When I look at mama,
You have made her suffer,
You are the owner of the frown on mama.

It hurts me papa,
Knowing that our sister is positive,
Because you shared a syringe,
With a drug addict who was positive.

Please tell me papa,
Do you have to take drugs,
Look at all our problems,
Because you are the main problem.

It hurts me papa,
When I remember how rich you were,
Then I look at how poor we are,
Because drugs took away all we had.

It hurts me papa,
To be called son of a drug addict,
You are not welded to drugs Papa,
I guess its time you heard my verdict.

I have decided papa,
That since you don't want to change,
Mama and us kids are starting a new page,
A page without a drug addict of a papa.

Your drug addiction has cost us our dreams,
Your irresponsibility has made us peasants,
Drugs killed your job and your big dreams,
You have made our life unpleasant.

It hurts me papa,
To see you remain behind,
As we leave with mama,
To a future so blind.

Bye bye Papa,
I hope you will change,
But right now I have to leave you.
Because IT HURTS ME PAPA!!

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