Listen Awhile

It'z not that I'm pizzed, real angry or hurt
And when my, temper is cool I still can be a jerk

I try 2 make it work, but it seemz I'm alwayz backslidin
Moms left my Dad & now her youngest son acts like him

I made my bed & I'm gon' lay in it, ya get what ya give
And I hate 2 dissapoint ya ma, but damn, it is what it is

Little kids, comin up the block, rollin on skates
And I know it'z 2 late, when them 7th graders smoke & they drank
This world is for the wicked, but let's just suppose that it ain't
And everybody kicks it with alot of dough in the bank
Livin fast, and then we try to live it slow but we can't
Feelin bad, bekuz us sinners can't crossover to Saint

If I changed & left this game I still doubt it could save me
Dallas has raised me, and it left me rowdy & krazy

Jasmine Janae she's everything I wished in a child
Light up your black & mild, have a seat & listen a while........


"Poetry is poetry, but it's Better When It Rhymez" - Me