I gotta do more n I don't know how. As a man I feel I'm failin, slippin from my cloud. All my life I've done nothin but makes ends meet. Movin n shufflin my feet. Never gettin ahead I don't feel like much. Havin the potential yet isn't enough. Where can I turn n find my way out the hood. Seems I'm the only one who feels no good. All I want is a life comfortable n memorable. Yet as a provider I'm comin up short at the table. Squeezin by when I can apply myself. I jus don't know which way is best. Am I to walk away from decent money? Or am I to hungry? When's it my turn to land a career? Without worryin n dwellin in fear. Vehicles r showin signs of rememberin better days. Credits no good for a ride to roll my way. I'm losin the fight within myself everyday I wake. Another dead end job n I wanna take. I'm tired of livin check to check. Even when I'm doin my best. Slaved out for an other mans riches. What a bitch this is. My time seems to have missed me some how. N it need it more than ever right now. I've looked n applied n others get ahead. I can't lay another night with this in my head. Steady money is all I ask. For the loot is gone to fast. I live within my means. Yet I can't find the green. Maybe this is the way it was suppose to be. Livin in a dream. But I'm tired of sleepin. Everyones gettin theirs as I'm weepin. No house of my own. No feelin the man in me knowin he's grown. I'm comin up short n time is tickin. I wonder if my lady knows I'm sinkin. I'm tryin to go the distance. N its hard ridin the benches. Not once has employment worth a damn turned my way. N I'm startin to be affraid. Scared I can't fulfill dreams of not only my own. Even though its about the love bein shown. I'd like jus one time for my chance to shine. Some how make a difference n be able to dance. Live a little after the bills are paid. Enjotin some of the day. But it'll probably never happen. That's all I have to say as I I'm tired of tappin.
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