I need some ****’n paper I need to rid my anger I can’t think with the stink of a messed up world full of messed up gurls and boys with messed up minds in these messed up times polluting my air disrupting my way of life Why do I gotta be the one Who wasn’t born in the good ole days? Why do my peers Wanna fill up my years Here on a material Keepin-it-real Lets-take-all-them-bills And-grow-into-statistics And-go-balistic Cause-i-still-ain’t-got-no-d*mn House-on-the-hill Little-*ss More-love-to-the-high-class WORLD with Hey-shawty Do-sh*t-but-party Chill’n-all-d*mn-day Not-do-anything-to-make-a-good-way While-I’m-here-on-this-earth ****-my-momma-for-my-birth Stupid-*ss Stay’n-high-*ss IDEAS! Am I the only real person left? Am I the only one who actually got PLANS and wanna EARN my house-on-the-hill money? Am I the only one who tries to keep My legs closed My mind open My eyes wide And my devil low? I can’t deal with all these distractions Like a d*mn leaky faucet You stop one drip but it keeps dropping You can’t do no more And it keeps DROPPING And you can’t sleep no more Cause it’s still DROPPING Even after you shut your door You still hear it hitting the bottom Not getting any better Not getting any lesser And you want it to stop Think of all the precious water That you lost Why are my people still falling? One at a time but they’re still falling and the how we are so like the first two men who strode by the lonely broken brother who looked on as somebody’s father, friend, husband, lover leader, shoulder, with brothers younger weakened he fell from the earth around him the heat, the dry the others who pulled him down they watched him cry where’s the good Samaritan? He’s suppoused to be right behind us Maybe he’s never coming Somebody find me a pen and paper Maybe I can clear my mind Of these messed up times Maybe I can set a rag under this faucet Dripping from this world Onto the bottom D*mn, I need to write.