NOT ENOUGH EXCUSES
Listen up, and let me tell you a true story
One evening, we threw a friend’s bachelor party
Fun it was meant to be, but for me it went awry
Among the strippers was my High School Friend Dorothy
Winked at her to come outside for a little chitchat
Asked her why she chose to trade her pussy cat
And she said……
What would you do
If your son was at home
To himself crying all alone
In the bedroom floor cos he’s hungry
Can’t get a legit job to earn good money
So the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a bit of penny
See his Dad abused drugs and now late
Don’t want him growing up filled with hate
Hurry up and pay your dime
For you, this is just a good time
For me, this is what I call life
What would you do??
That’s not all, this is another true story
Walking down the alley, witnessed a live robbery
He snatched her purse and snapped her wrist
Saw his face, he was a one time talented cyclist
Met him at a bar, decided to have with him a gist
Told him she’s just a lady and never use your fist
And he said……….
What would you do
If you lost your Parents to a drunk driver
Can’t even hold my bike again because I’m scared of dem cab driver
Doing what I have to do to get at least a fiver
This isn’t what I want but its my only escape route
To ensure survival means I must be a brute
Feel free to call 911 and report the crime
For you, this is just a good time
For me, this is what I call life
Girl, I believe you’re not the only adolescent to have a baby,
That shouldn’t be an avenue to be living all crazy
She sternly stared me right square in the eye
And said, Everyday I wake up, hoping to die
She said, you don’t have a faint idea of pain
So I’m gonna spell it to you clear and plain
See, I and my sister had to run away via night bus
So our misogynist & sadomasochist daddy couldn’t rape us
Even before we became teenagers
Drifting from town to town as wandering strangers
Trust me I’ve been through more shit You can’t even relate to
For you, this is just a good time
For me, this is what I call life
Boy, you are not the only child to have lost his loved ones
That’s no excuse to be living by the guns
He gave me a wicked stare right square in the eye
Saying, Every night I imagine following my dream
But they feel like nightmares the way they scream
Couldn’t afford rents so had to roam and sleep the streets
Watched on in sharkles as my sister was raped by fleet
Of men who shot my brother in the head during the hit
I know we don’t share the same gene
But I’ve been through more shit you can ever imagine
For you, this is just a good time
For me, this is what I call life
What would you do….
Get up on your feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do…..
So many things we aim to be but life cruelly refuses
What would you do….
Get up on your feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do…….
Its gonna be difficult but fight your way through the abuses
What would you do
Get up on your feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do…..
Finally, stick with God and watch your problems dwindle to pieces.


#InspiredByBastille

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