Mama, I'm Sorry.
For the streets to see your nakedness I hated, Insults at you I would hurl in your absence,
Where Words Find Their Wings
For the streets to see your nakedness I hated, Insults at you I would hurl in your absence,
Come stay with me It being so clear you’ll see
They have gone against your will, Nobody remembers you anymore,
She wanted to rise to fame, Deception and impersonation became her game,
Beautiful black skin, Glowing from the morning sun,
She stands conspicuous, Her eyes calm and flashy,
COUNTY 039 You thought its theory
Today, I sat by my window,
We've adopted the white man culture adapting to them, Yet adverse effects are well known,
TALE OF THE BARS He looks down in disappointment
She lacks morals maybe that's why she's a lax, And vices are all that defines her
Feeling aint mutual, Love aint real,