"EMPTY"

 

Low, feeling down, walking with a frown, drowned in sorrow with no hope for tomorrow

Scared, intimidated, looking for a way out

Lost, lonely, hungry with thirst for the newest purse

Needing fulfillment, searching for terms of endearment

 

"My tank is on E"

 

Got the best of everything including five karats in my ring, but yet I'm still thirsty

eighteen inches of Indian weave down my back

Cute, nice, stacked in the back with a switch that will bring my old man back;

with an extra five stacks

 

Masters degree from the University of City Streets; with a BA in hood rich

Living the life that any chick would kill for;

because all they see are the over sized Chanel shades this dude paid for

 

What she really can't see is that my soul is empty

 

Dying inside, broken, but so well put together; sitting on the finest of leathers

Many different rain boots for the worst weather

 

However; I'm crying for her to save me
Wondering what is it about her that is so complete

She's broke, with three kids, but yet she glows and it shows

 

Living in the projects; check to check

With no boss on her side, but yet her head is held high;

with peace and sanity when she should be a mess, and distressed

 

I'm above any and all average in these streets; I'm whats called Savage; A beast

Yet I look up and admire the one who is beneath me

 

For she is the one who made me see; without God in my life my soul will always remain on "E"