every where i turn women get disrespected
then they pass on me so my heart stays neglected
i dont sing the blues no more been resurrected
look into the mirror divinity is reflected

what if my time for love has passed
shit that how it goes
ile stay sittin in this lonely room
writin these flows
tommorow who knows what comes
floatin off in the wind
this is the time when
a brotha feel like sippin some hen
motions begin
emotions i
aint control in
pen stroll in
the only thing worth hold in
eyes close in
to blink
then they back open
sad but glad i done made it
passed original sin

i been
in the dumps a time or two before
self pitied depression
i cant go there no more
self need expression
so my writin is cure
for what ails my heart
on this great day
sleep on me if you wanna
ime gon still walk my way