Recession Frustration
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aijalon
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Some days I want to just go out and get it
Tired of making purchases on credit
My life I wish I could just edit
My situation; How I yearn to forget it.
It’s been hard making ends meet
Tired of standing on my own two feet
Though I try to be strong I grow weak
Thoughts of suicide, toward me they slowly creep.
Don’t know where in the hell else to go.
It’s getting crucial; funds are running low.
Wasn’t blessed with a nice, tight flow
Ain’t good looking enough to be in the picture shows
They’ve got me contemplating turning back to the past
Times when I took and never bothered to ask
Tempted to put on the fatigues and ski mask
Knowing full well that life ain’t gonna last
I’m messed up sister. Can you hear me?
Clutch your purse tight. Don’t you come near me
See me. You had better be weary
Word of advice. This would be the time to fear me.
Got two mouths to feed back at the crib.
They depending on me brother and I’ve got nothing to give.
Look at me closely. Is this the way they want me to live?
Pastor said ? loves me. Almost had me deceived.
This is the point of no turning back.
Our family dinner is what some folks have for a snack.
We starving, we cold and worse; WE BLACK.
Don’t look at me funny; I’m just stating the facts.
Somewhere in the past I must have lost the plot.
Sold my soul trying to be something that i'm not.
New car, big home; wanted to be the boss.
My family and sanity is all it cost.
So excuse me if I come off a bit harsh.
And oft make mentions of the past.
Forgive me If I rob you for your cash.
In this “recession” no one is exempt from my gat.
So I’m heading out onto those cold lonely streets.
I’ll be damned if we eat one more meal ‘sans meat.’
I’m gonna rob the first person I see.
And it won't matter if they're in the same mental space as me.
Stay sane in the mist of insanity people.
Aija
Tired of making purchases on credit
My life I wish I could just edit
My situation; How I yearn to forget it.
It’s been hard making ends meet
Tired of standing on my own two feet
Though I try to be strong I grow weak
Thoughts of suicide, toward me they slowly creep.
Don’t know where in the hell else to go.
It’s getting crucial; funds are running low.
Wasn’t blessed with a nice, tight flow
Ain’t good looking enough to be in the picture shows
They’ve got me contemplating turning back to the past
Times when I took and never bothered to ask
Tempted to put on the fatigues and ski mask
Knowing full well that life ain’t gonna last
I’m messed up sister. Can you hear me?
Clutch your purse tight. Don’t you come near me
See me. You had better be weary
Word of advice. This would be the time to fear me.
Got two mouths to feed back at the crib.
They depending on me brother and I’ve got nothing to give.
Look at me closely. Is this the way they want me to live?
Pastor said ? loves me. Almost had me deceived.
This is the point of no turning back.
Our family dinner is what some folks have for a snack.
We starving, we cold and worse; WE BLACK.
Don’t look at me funny; I’m just stating the facts.
Somewhere in the past I must have lost the plot.
Sold my soul trying to be something that i'm not.
New car, big home; wanted to be the boss.
My family and sanity is all it cost.
So excuse me if I come off a bit harsh.
And oft make mentions of the past.
Forgive me If I rob you for your cash.
In this “recession” no one is exempt from my gat.
So I’m heading out onto those cold lonely streets.
I’ll be damned if we eat one more meal ‘sans meat.’
I’m gonna rob the first person I see.
And it won't matter if they're in the same mental space as me.
Stay sane in the mist of insanity people.
Aija