I sit in my room looking at your picture,
Reminiscing of us being together...

Man this time you messed up hardcore...
It's been happening more and more...

I have so many things runnin' through my head,
Man sometimes I just wanna be dead...

Some of my days are good and some bad,
My Mom blames my depressed days on my dad...

I'm tired of people thinking they're thugs,
They aint never had to sleep in a shack on just...

You got a man now so you dont need me,
You say I got an attitude problem but so does he...

I remember the first day I met you,
I thought man this is too good to be true...

We are together,
But I never see you...

I'm so poor,
So I'm thinkin' about robbin' a store...

Wheres the love...
That flys like a dove...

Don't bother me..
I wont give you the key...

F@$* the red rag..
Ya'll nutters aint nothing but f**s...