Result of teenage love & pregnancy…and live-ins.

Here is an example of Eminem – his disturbed childhood because of supposedly advanced FREE Society!

Eminem spent much of his youth in a lower-middle-class, primarily African-American Detroit neighborhood. He and Debbie (his mother) were one of three white households on their block, and Eminem was beaten by African-American youths several times.

Debbie was 14 when she met 18-year-old Bruce (Eminem’s father) at age 17, she nearly died during her 73-hour labor. Note: Teenage love & pregnancy!

Father left the family & moved to California.

As a teenager, Eminem wrote letters to his father; according to Debbie, all came back marked “Return to sender.”

His home life was seldom stable; Eminem frequently fought with his mother, who was described by a social worker as having a “very suspicious, almost paranoid personality.” When her son became famous Debbie bristled at suggestions that she was a less-than-ideal mother, contending that she sheltered him and was responsible for his success.

The following lyrics – in pieces- written by him for his mother – shows his hatred for his mother.

 

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
‘Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I don’t on second thought I just fuckin’ wished he would die
……..
Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin’
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin’ your momma poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin’ that someone’s always goin’ throuh her purse and shit’s missin’
Goin’ through public housin’ systems, victim of Munchausen’s Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach

……………..
And Hailie’s gettin’ so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful
But you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin’ yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin’ burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

I’m sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleanin’ out my closet, one more time

http://www.metrolyrics.com/im-sorry-mama-full-song-lyrics-eminem.html

Read more: Eminem – I’m Sorry Mama (full Song) Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

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