I wanna step out of line,
Want some of what ain't mine,
Need to have enough time
To work it out down the line.
I want to feel just fine,
I want to clear my mind,
Tired of bein' behind,
God, can't You send me a sign!
I ain't happy no more.
Feel like a used-up whore.
Life's a revolving door,
And I fell flat on the floor.
I ain't been able to score,
Feelin' rotten to the core,
Got no bread for the store,
God, why's my life so sore!
Ain't meant to be this way,
All work an' too little pay,
So tired at the end of the day.
The Good Life? Ain't no way!
Doin' whatever the man say,
bein' screwed every day,
Any help? The world says nay.
God, where's a quiet place where I can lay!
No gettin' over it,
I can't stand, I can't sit,
Put out my hand, I get bit,
Turn my cheek, an' take my hit.
Whole world is just doin' its bit,-
Make me feel I'm down in a pit.
If I had some smoke, I'd get half lit.
God, I just can't take much more of this shit!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|shiloh (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, September 20 2007, 05:49 pm|
a couple years ago, this was my first (and last) attempt at rap - my son told me to try, so i did. i guess (old) white men can't rap, after all. and at 60, i can't jump, either... bummer!
|Luke Mudge (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, September 22 2007, 01:46 am|
actually from your 25 year old son here.. it's not that bad :) good job
Click here to read other Poems by Shiloh
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org so the proper person may be notified.