Pity The Child Poem by Ima Ryma

Don't you dare come in this room.
You're in my home illegally.
That damn ex sent you I assume.
My child in here is safe with me.
I haven't done anything wrong.
The law just hears a bunch of lies
From my ex's crap dance and song.
Like the bull about my drug highs.
The pills are prescribed by a doc.
And what's wrong with a drink or two?
So you can stop with all your talk.
I am gonna sue all of you.

My full of it ex - that's the louse.
So you cops get outta my house.