I hate the way you..
talk to me as if everything all right...
No one knows why I do it
Ive tried to explain why it is that...
This is a lot harder than I thought it would ever...
At first it was just a crush and from there...
They tell me I never listen.
They tell me I'm a constant embarassment...
*this poem was done in a song format*
who am i who am i...
My brother told me I could write...
I caught you mummy
I did I saw I was in the car, when I was 7...
I am from Milliken,
Many little children...
I love to hear you speak
and whisper in my ear...
Sittin here in a world of hate..
the only thing dat happens in da streets is ya...
Cocaine,
Once life was ok...
The day I die is the day
I remember what happiness is...