The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Página 51

It was dumb, but you're smarter now,

But they're still refusing,

You forever losing even when you're trying,

Now it's your rights they are denying now.

Just because,

I'm financially unstable.

What about the fact that, I'm more than able to provide hugs....

& I can love you just because you are a part of me.

I can even promise to make you the heart of me.

Because the art of me should be to love my seeds.

Where's the help for me?

I haven't seen my kids in weeks,

But I always see her out and about......

She at the clubs late nights,

Enjoys the dating life, but my kids are around this mess,

I'm married with more kids, and she's stressed about them being around mine,

Where do you draw the line and provide me the quality time,

That my seed so much deserves,

You got some nerve when your not even as stable as a table,

Worried about the cable when you should be able,

To get up and provide.....

Enlighten their mind,

Or just give me that quality time,

Because I don’t mind giving the check,

When it comes with respect,

And less of the neglect when they're in your care,

Not them staying here and there,

Just so you can run the town,

Section 8 holds you down,

But you just make ends meet,

So what are you telling me?

When,

I'm financially unstable, but more than able to provide hugs....

I can love them just because they're a part of me.

I do my best to make them the heart of me.

Because the art of me is to love my seeds.