tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
pumping fist kiss the wind in anger
they twist and tangle
against the many viscous vines
of the jungle
missionaries mumble
old school spirituals
while big booties shake
in the club for thugs
being caressed by a wicked
society
babies at home crying
they have never known
and will never know daddy
while they cry for mama
standing on her only good foot
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
feet thump inside foreign windows
outside the area of the ghettos
dirty hands
scope and scan
white suburbia for priceless stones
and precious metals
superman of caucasian corporate world
wants to be a hero
and protect his material
1-2-3 slugs to his chest
1-2-3 ****** charged
and placed behind bars
a product of society’s equation
no justice in this book
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
when i compose my ghetto anthems
there are never enough strong voices
united to chant them
quick to holler
it s all about the dollars
bling bling
we sing sadness
in the middle of confusion
and promote madness
real is referred to as
scandalous ******
who haven’t figured
they are greater
than the paved streets
they become addicted to
never stopping to think
who their wickedness is inflicting
180 verses 180 conflicting
religious leaders with their holy books
contradicting
me and my lighter flicking
eyes to tight to look
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
pumping fist kiss the wind in anger
they twist and tangle
against the many viscous vines
of the jungle
missionaries mumble
old school spirituals
while big booties shake
in the club for thugs
being caressed by a wicked
society
babies at home crying
they have never known
and will never know daddy
while they cry for mama
standing on her only good foot
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
feet thump inside foreign windows
outside the area of the ghettos
dirty hands
scope and scan
white suburbia for priceless stones
and precious metals
superman of caucasian corporate world
wants to be a hero
and protect his material
1-2-3 slugs to his chest
1-2-3 ****** charged
and placed behind bars
a product of society’s equation
no justice in this book
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps
when i compose my ghetto anthems
there are never enough strong voices
united to chant them
quick to holler
it s all about the dollars
bling bling
we sing sadness
in the middle of confusion
and promote madness
real is referred to as
scandalous ******
who haven’t figured
they are greater
than the paved streets
they become addicted to
never stopping to think
who their wickedness is inflicting
180 verses 180 conflicting
religious leaders with their holy books
contradicting
me and my lighter flicking
eyes to tight to look
here comes the hook
tears just don t come no more
i guess this is why
i push my pen
to mend the many
bloody tears my heart pumps