love is real

Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the motel room, And the feeling’s sad, mad Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Came got me real fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard my bro beep his horn, so I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, show my girls what I been working on, this days they Open up there mouth, I hear from my girls go mom