boys do the deed, plant their seed, girls gets the blame, all the shame, one nite of fun, until you cum, nine months of pain, one thing to gain, a baby to name, you're all to blame. Now daddy left, mother's called a whore, this wouldn't have happened, if the rubber hadnt tore. It's not fair, guys don't care. For more population, a new generation, what type of nation. girls don't know what they're facing, we're all just racing. Have that sex, have that fun, then what's next, when you're shun, pushed away by many, soon you can't get any, get no love, you're no longer a dove, a whore to most, you're a ghost, not wanting to be seen by folks, not what they want, just a bad haunt, is this true? Is this you? No one wanting to see through, see into you. You're not what they want, you're not what they need, cause you got that seed, might as well have a disease. How can you love, when they hate. How can you be above, when they open that gate? checkmate, you're stuck, in this rutt, there is no but, it's to late, you can't date, they won't wait, all that you hate. Breathe deeply and sigh, you wonder why noone cares, you just get stares, wondering what they think, as you drink, on the brink, now you think, this is it, this is the one, some more fun, then they run, got all they cum for, and another child you bore. Round and round, does this sound, alot like you? Is this true? You're not what they want...

wow thats deep......