So how are you going to hate on me?
I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do. I don’t have a problem with you being you. As long as you don’t mess with me and my style! I don’t act like you I’m not wild. You may criticize me for wanting to help others out. I know I’m financially in debt no doubt. Oh well why it should matter to me. I can’t pay anything off when I don’t have any money. So I’m going to keep on doing what I do best. I try not to be so depressed. It seems like people want me to be depressed every day. That’s because those people are here for the prey. They don’t want to see me happy because they aren’t happy. I’m happy with my life, even though I don’t have a girl. I’m a man, I get depressed, that’s because I need to see some rest. Quit acting like you are god because you aren’t no where near god. I try not to disrespect anybody. If you sit back people can be so salty. I want to be with Luisa, but she only seems to like black guys. No I refuse to sit around here and cry. I’m going to keep Luisa as my friend because she’s a good friend. I got to keep thinking to myself this is not the end. This is only the beginning. As long as I live I’m going to keep on winning. I’m going to talk to more women on the computer and telephone. This year is going to be my own. I’m not living my life so somebody else can get rich. I am not anybody’s snitch! I’m a man trying to survive in a changing world where one minute you’re on top, the next your gone. I don’t want to be wrong; I want to be right all the time. I want people to love me for who I am, not for what I do. I’m so focused on being with one woman that I probably am missing out on the woman I’m supposed to be with. To me it’s so hard to just live! What man is perfect? I’d sure like to meet a man that is perfect. It will never happen! So why are you criticizing me, I’m going to keep on rapping. I’m going to keep on making 2 cents off of a billion of my hard working words. One day I hope to fly right out of here just like a tiny little bird. I’m a bird who has been caged, who is ready to see the world.
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