being real

let me tell you what i lost this time last year had no shit felt like a bitch where the papsmear got on my grind to tell the time when the shit was bad just hope somebody lend me a ear no paper no people no love except for the steeple even when i talk to my preacher i know he doesn't see me as an equal he dont practice what he preaching, my bad hypocrite speaking i used to talk on millions when i ain't even have a penny might be in my my feeling hell gotta keep it real man well got some shit i gotta tell listen to this spell asalama lakum salakum salam all of they eyes vacant they wanna move on they think im on vacation my heart is my home apartment vacated these the words i had stated as i look on the signs read back verbatim no shirt no shoes no service its a shame how a man could become worthless in a couple minutes no time to start let alone finish