I’ve been sittin alone in this four cornered room, tryin to deal with this hand that’s dealt to me. See I’m cut from a different tree,I grew up in Detroit and NYC; somebody tell me why?
Love dont love me, that’s the only question that’s driving me crazy. God can you explain why love don’t love me. I’m your child, but I’ve been suffering for a long while.
Obama got elected and yeah that was good, but can his plan help those in the hood. See here there’s no jobs, even the police are subject to get robbed. People worked for years about to lose there homes, while the big bankers sit under the Billion dollar dooms.
The streets of Detroit is dark as hell, things are so bad; the mayor went to jail. My daughter is in college doin so good,I want to send her money but my pockets stank, I’m thinking about robbing a damn bank. See I keep shit real from the very start, always been true to the heart. I grew up seeing gangsters, and hustlers ended up just like them. Now my life has turned around and I still can’t get off the ground
Love dont love me, that’s the only question that drives me crazy. God please explain why love don’t love me. I’m your child and I’ve been suffering for a long while.
I was really feeling this sister, she has a man now and i gotta move on; that’s why I’m writing this crazy ass poem. The pain of love seems to much to bear, if I had some I’d pull out my hair.
My life is clean, so why should I have to watch my back, in 1995 I stop selling crack. All I asks is for love to give to me what I give to it; and stop playing this hit and run shit. Yeah I have God’s gift to vent in songs and poems and that’s the only thing that keeps me holding on.
beat, if i had some I’d pull out my hair