CHECK OUT DIS LINE...Time and time again, I ask myself “who’s listening?” Who feels my pain, who feels my thoughts? Who’s on the road that I’m travelling? But I can’t complain, these are just my words You would feel the same if you was in my skin, if you was in my shoes If you went all the days that I went struggling and hustling If you spent all the nights that my momma cried Those endless nights, those weary eyes Everyone in the house would just fuss and fight Flipping over furniture, grabbing knives We’d call the cops, here they come again All the things in life I couldn’t comprehend We ignored our problems, we’d just pretend That they wasn’t there, like they didn’t exist In Eastside Decatur our situation made us React the the way that we did All the nights that we had to freeze “Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind!” On a stormy night in a flooded house I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in… And they pourin’ in, it’s pourin’ in I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in…
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 07:08:24 +0000
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