Realities

“Realities”

The man comes knockin’

We both don’t know

This room will be rockin’

With muzzle glow

He want his money

He all waving his gat

You know it ain’t funny

Disrespect me like that

I walk around the sofa

I push it in his knees

That fool go falling ova’

And then he drop his piece

Then we both start racin’

I grab my favorite nine

We shoot hell up that place, an’

The last shot heard was mine

We all living on this earth

With lives all twistin’ in the breeze

When all us wondering what it’s worth

We live with our realities

She never had the cheddar

Her babies always cryin’

She want to make it better

She knows the men are buyin’

She does it all herself now

Don’t need no pimp this night

But wish she had the help now

This trick it don’t feel right

He hands her all the money

She says she’ll take him far

But there ain’t no use running

It’s the po-po in this car

They drive downtown in cuffs

She pleadin’ and she lyin’

But she is out of luck

And her babies still home cryin’

This grandma and this gramps

They in a one room place

They livin’ on food stamps

Ain’t got no cash to waste

No meds to make them better

No kids outside the joint

No one to chat ‘bout weather

No food, no life, no point

And grandma she in pain

He looks her in the eyes

He tries to help in vain

But poor grandma she dies

He can’t handle her leavin’

Ties a noose, kicks the chair

Then grandpa he stop breathin’

And no one around here cares