The Room

she said 50 for the room

I need to rest, I look a mess

I'm suicidal, need to confess

can you... buy me a bottle

she said... life is so hard

got a EBT card to swipe

it can't buy baby wipes

I can flip 'em for a pipe

ain't nothing to sleep for

life is filled with too much

drama, just wanna go and be

with big mama, my sons

an American, gangster

got a daughter who thinks

she's a fashion model

another one wants to

be an American Idol

she said I don't know

I'm just a ho, getting

pimped out and slapped up

my life is like a open wound

I'm so sore and wrapped up

so, tired of being trapped up

tired of being down to my

last dime, every time

I check in, I hope

it's the last time, I'll

probably be dead soon

out here, just trying to

get enough for a room

my kids hate me, it's not

intentional,...you know

not one of them was conceived

consensual they all rape babies

I can only hope, that my baby girls

dreams come true

as for my boy, I hope he keep, his

hands up and they don't shoot

I'm a real nightmare

I know so...don't stare

I just go get it, hit it

and... don't care