Jack Daniel's

From what I see you have a similac residue on your teeth.

And my sense of smell tells me you have Jack Daniels on your breath.

You've been hanging with my Grandfathers killers, Jack & Daniel.

48 shots to many. Old pops couldn't have it with a chaser, he'd be too much less of a pimp.

But You knew better, your mother raised you to believe you had to use what you got to get what you want.

But Before our Grandmother passed she instilled in us to never let a man or a woman make us do things that would cause us to loose respect for ourselves.

But your excuse was mother never made you feel loved at home & that was the only thing you've ever wanted.

So you did what she told you.

you used what you had to get what you wanted.

5 minutes of temporary Lust,
that of which you've mistaken for love ended you having more than you ever wanted.

I guess you're only feeling loved when he's making you orgasam.

You had a baby.

Said that you Never wanted to be like your mother who aborted your little borther,

She was going to name him Jack.

So you named your daughter Daniel.

It never made sense to the world why, but all you knew was that Jack Daniel's was your friend.

And I guess your father is like God, you've never seen him, but you know that he exist some where in this equator.

You are still a baby.

Similac residue on your teeth.

Jack Daniel's on your breath.

You're another baby who had a baby, who looked for love in the bottom of a bottle handed to them by their best friends Jack & Daniel.