Every morning
I sit and wait
I should be job hunting
but I hestitate
it's hard to find a job
after being locked up
and I can't stand on a corner
with a sign and a cup.
So I sit, I wait, I drink, I sleep
while opportunity passes me by
I'm not saying that I don't try
But shit gets hard and my girl cries
Because she's on my back and ready to say bye.
So everyday I sit and wait
while my love for the working world turns to hate
But like I said there aint to many jobs a man can take
After spending years behind bars.
1 comment:
This is nice Nettie and so for real, a lot of people can feel this one....Bo
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