Whats next

Open up the mail box just to see that the bills due

I think to my self why the fuck we pay for this house full of mildew

Cracks on the wall from my parents past brawl

Man it was a little to close last night

Never thought i would see someone so close to the light

When fist an face reunite

 

Maybe I ain't got shit to really spit about

Some kids don't even have water living in a drought

Not talking about thirsty men and women

Just talking about children who die and parents unforgiven

Tax man yelling banging on the door OPEN UP

But he doesn't know my parents have broken up

Mom can't pay on her income

I see her, eyes blood shot staring at what her life has become

 

The shit has become to real

Sometimes just grab my pillow and want to squeal

My brother feels my pain and cries from his crib, or maybe its because he has no meal

So i just kneel and pray that one day things get better

Wake up one morning to find all our bills gone to the shredder

Tho hope might be to much to have, maybe i need to hide it, conceal it

I got cabin fever got to get out of here,and help, or maybe just resort to my old ways and steal it