In Between Hearbeats
Got to go to work in the morning
But baby I ain't got no job
I have so many places to be
But darling I ain't got a car
I'm hungry!
But Meals-On-Wheels don't come on this end of the ghetto
Plus they say I'm too young
But man, if thangs don't hurry up and change
I ain't gonna live long enough to get old
I bought a .38 to protect my house
Now I need that same gun to keep me from getting kicked out
My babies are in the dark crying
My ol' lady praying and cussin
Saying that if it wasn't for my good midnight lovin'
I wouldn't be nothing
The only thing harder than being hard
Is being smarter than the smart
Thats what I thought when I stuck up the West- Side's main
Reefer distributor
And I wasn't going to have a second thought of squeezing the trigger
Until that fella fell, kicked, yelled, and screamed out loud
My whole entire name that was the same as his
See, this cat was the the man that Mama said was my daddy
Who cut out on her right before she had me
Until this day I hadn't even seen
Not since the age of three back on Christmas Day of 1983
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2006
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