bailey

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathes she swears it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets you on your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they're so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

"je t'aime
je t'aime
oh, je t'aime"

oh, and for the skinhead thing, i think you missed what i was saying. hating a group of preople and wanting them to die is just as wrong as what they do. who are you to judge? just ignore them. remember,
what would jesus do?

sorry about your sudden single-ness. as beautiful as you are, it probably won't be for long.