Obscure
I think ........
I'm here to write...........
What I'm not sure.....
Way into this night........
Sleep is obscure!
My family wanting a fight.....
I'm fixing to just walk away.......
Going back to being homeless......
Nothing good enough....
In their sight,,,,,
Working for them.......
Changing tires......
Bitching cause what I wear....
Customers laugh....
Cause I share....
I thought God....
You know "Jesus"
Wanted us to laugh....
And to be happy...
So why are they "my family"
Full of misery?
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