freespottie - Soliloquy

When I talk about the things I never did
Lets take it back to when I was a little kid
Sitting on the stoop before I thought of smoking cigs I was still innocent
Wasn't beaten down by pressure tryna pay the rent mad bills every cent
And still make sure my lil shorty content
And keep her pussy wet
I'm tired I just clocked out of my shift get home she talking bout lets have sex
Bitch hows about we rest
Can I lay a head upon ya chest
Can't you sense that a young nigga upset
Can you feel that a young nigga is not feeling his best
I mean a young nigga depressed
But maybe that's what comes with old age
The old adage is that you're never really saved
Cliches and trite sayings on display
To your dismay
When you parlay
In the parlor
Harbor what you faulter
Call ya momma, ya father, ya barber
Whoever that you think will lend yo ass an ear so you can rise up from here
Ease us of the fear and the terror of you getting more near to what's dear and revered rearview mirror of no good niggas
With well to-do figures and a brothel of bitches executing their dying wishes

Written by:
Troy Jones

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