Part 1 – MhoodMake sure the guy you let hit it without a glove on it // is fully committed // cos a small lil visit to the family clinic // ain’t so pretty when the walls are so white but the womb so dark, inside a little life that’s just waiting to beat bars，of a song cry (mama, mama..) // but if cheap words and soft touches is all that it takes, // somehow equates in your mind that this is love then cupid really blinded you, // so whose the fool? // you parted your legs so willingly barely resisted because ‘love’ was in the air // but really blunts were scraping your lungs. Love just wasn’t enough // to save you or this newborn. Soon as he hears of this he’s gone. // Single motherhood. // Baby you Loved wrong.