photo credit - pinterest I am a guest in my own home. That's what he said. I am a stranger to my own people I realized. Understand where I'm coming from Yet oblivious to where I came from He took me away from my father's house He promised my father to do right by me. Daddy, he didn't, he lied He took me to his home "Don't get too comfortable This is not your home I can chase you whenever I like I can do to you whatever I want You don't have a home" Nowhere to go No one to turn to He took me from home To make me a prisoner in his home
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