I take my pencil and write 'I'
All I want to do at this moment is say goodbye
But I also got my shoes in one hand
And my Bible tucked under my tightening wristband

I can't take it any longer
It's always a depressing song, sir
Why do I have to keep on living this way
I have to pay for all my mistakes, OK?

I'm trying to turn 1 page inside a locked cage
It's my wage when I'm all filled up with rage
Tough that poetry's all I got
And I try to talk to God a lot, ask God when I fought

THUMP! I run everytime this same problems pops up
Sup? Jump! Before I gotta save my pup
And my lil' bro who looks up to me, see
How tough it can be! Great lives on TV, oh gee
For me--on scraped-up knees--I can't provide the
Right type of family!

I love you, Mom but you gotta be more calm
It explains in Psalms that your life is in your palm
And under our tarp it becomes more rapid
This apartment's gotta go, I can't stand the blood stains
On the carpet, neither does my bro yo

And this ain't no movie, no Mom it's not 'groovy'
But I've kept on rhymin' to the next cypher
Best believe someone's paying me--the pied piper
All the pain inside, amplified by the fact
That there's no impact and this is my life!

And these times are so hard, and they're getting even harder
Trying to succeed on feeding my own needs, plus
This teeter totter, caught up with being a daughter
But no father (got a Heavenly Father)--Mama's drama
And her screaming on

Too much for me to wanna stay in 1 spot
I know it's a lot but others liked the poetry I sought/
I bought--good money to where I don't get caught
Success is my only option, failure's not
Heavenly Father, I'm forgiveness on account
Of my business, with You I can't rot
So here I go is my shot
Feet fail me not
Because maybe it's the only opportunity I got