The words have been said,
Oh they have been said.
But theres so many questions still in my head.

I wonder, I wonder.
My mind trailing in circles like birds in the sky.
What if? What if? How can I trust?
And why?

Why, why why must I think so much?
For too much thinking makes me so out of touch.
Out of tune, like an old claironet, blaring and sounding in the off pitch sound of it.

So for now I'll write and compose.
Compose myself for who would ever know,
of the symphony of thoughts mixed up in my mind,
Waiting for that harmonized day where there'll be clarity I'll find.

Sold my soul to the game, wasn't cheap.
Loves you at first, then it plays for keeps.
Finally light outside; another night on the streets.
Couple grand in my hand, trying to feed my little man.
Get rich or die trying; change of plan.
To get this money; had to give my right hand.
Life's a *****; I blame that on the man.
Another hustle, another day
another hommie, getting carried away.
Pray for the strong, that prey on the weak.
Protect me soul, when we finally meet.
Got my name from woman,
Learn game from the street.
God ain't answering my prayers,
must be waiting til we meet.
Focused on the money,
I'm just trying to eat.
Killing myself, trying to make ends meet.

here's a funny story,
my ******* gets a *****
whenever a homphobe is in the corner