Born to her a beautiful child,
who knew he'd grow to be so wild.

Parents fighting and screaming,
always pain, always leaving.

mother cocktail waitress
father a mechanic.
Hiding under the matress,
Sleeping in a hammock.

Beaten up in highschool,
arrived every day.
painted "queer" on their trucks,
that would make them pay.

Later on they found teen spirit,
everyone wanted to hear it.

Bleach, nevermind,
came quick and close behind.

Next came 1992,
When the Devil met him through.

She soon carried out her biggest pain,
to murder the beloved, Kurt Cobain.

Blamed it on drugs, and the overdose.
And electrician was hired to carry out the pose.

Sprawled out on the floor,
blood from his left ear,
knocking on the door,
With hope of someone to hear.

Calling the police to find what Love had done.
but two monsters committed this so called "fun".

His wife, and the worker, we believe made this crime.

All us teens, and voices, know who should do the time..

Frances his daughter, would have spoke if she could.
Walking in her fathers footsteps, without motherhood.

Nirvana or Heaven,
was found at 27.

Years later we still grieve on this pain,
of knowing Courtney Love had murdered,
Kurt Donald Cobain.