Melissa had a baby
When she was seventeen
But the state took him away
Because his blood wasn't clean
She named him Perry
But they changed it to Ben
She never saw the face
Of that boy again
She was sent to rehab
By the 3rd circuit court
That place was a sieve
And it was easy to score
She punched some lady
Over a Cribbage win
They shipped her off to Kansas
To the Federal Pen
Ben was born in April
He was adopted in May
By some California ministers
Who took him out of state
Nobody mentioned that
He came with a glitch
You could cover him in aloe
But he was born with the itch
There were nights that felt like years where he's calling for his momma
They put him on the street
When he was fifteen years old
It led from Irvine then to Dallas
Atlanta and Orlando
He tried his best to find a
Way to fit in
But nobody seemed to care
About what happened to him
There were nights that felt like years where he's calling for his momma
Ben had always felt like he was
Missing a piece
A puzzle with a hole
An axle without grease
'Till he found the needle
And that started the end
Of a short sad story
Titled the "Age of Ben"
There were nights that felt like years where he's calling for his momma
Goodbye little Perry
Goodnight little Ben
I hope you found what you were looking for in that opium.
I suspect it's just the same old tale
Ps goodbye to Melissa
I hope your burning in hell
