Schultz
Recognized Member
I grew up in Harrisonburg, Virginia. We lived in a townhouse for about 2 years, then moved to a one-story house that was slowly falling apart. My mother died when I was 5 from disease. My father became an alcoholic and became abusive quickly. Child Services came for me and my sister and took us away from that prick when I was 8. Lived in adoption for a while and recently moved in with my grandparents 2 months ago. Along with that, sister as you all know is in a community center for 6 months due to her behavior. I now live in a nice house with my grandparents, where my grandfather is recovering from bladder cancer and now has a bag for his piss to go in. Our Schnauzer Brittney died at 15 a month ago and we got a second dog named Zoey to replace. I fell like I have to assert my dominance as the better story teller over these shrubs and scrubs because of my insecurity of myself as being the pimp over them hoes.
Also, the part of this song to the end kinda reminded me of my life.
Also, the part of this song to the end kinda reminded me of my life.
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