Makes Me Wanna Holler

Makes me wanna holler

This way of life.

Makes me wanna holler.

This is too much strife.

Makes me wanna holler.

All of my life I wanted much sucess.

All of my life I did my best.

Makes me wanna holler

All of the dollars are in the hands of others

It makes me wanna holler

As I a qualified individual continues

To struggle to get my voice heard.

It makes me wanna holler

That I'm still not getting what

I really deserve. I can truly feel

That Marvin Gaye song. This

Ain't living. Nothing around me

 Is  giving me or the God that

Made us glory. Makes me wanna

Holler. All of this education,

No summer vacation, No

Screaming and shouting

Victory. People hating on

Me. My total life history.

Makes me wanna holler.

This place is filled with

Total pity and misery.

No glory. My story.

My life. Still strife.

Makes me wanna holler

What an allegory!

Makes me holler.

Tripping out. No doubt.

No clout. Makes me wanna holler.

One day I'll holler victory is

Mine. Makes me wanna holler.

This is a crime. Makes me

Wanna holler for the last time.

A sin and a shame to be here

And no one is to blame but me

But I just know that one day

I'll holler that victory is my name.

Makes me wanna holler this last

Time. My name is victory and I'm

Going to win and life around here

Will be fine.

3-25-11
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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