You lack motivation
Even though you have plenty of reasons for inspiration
And don't get me started on your lack of aspirations
Your claim is that it's because of your situation...
You act like another statistic
You're driving my ballistic
I hate to say it but I'm trying to be realistic
You're just another one of "them"
A baggy clothes wearing, nappy-headed, undeducated Negro
And there's nothing for you, no open doors
But don't sit here crying to me about it anymore
Because you could have been something more
Yes I did said it in the past tense
But only because it doesn't many any sense
And i'm not believing anymore b.s.
No more excuses, no more lies
I can't stand here continuing to waste my time
Time I could spend worrying about me
Just understand I want to help you, baby
Maybe you'll let me, just maybe
I want you to do better in life, you see
Because I see all of your potential and all of the possibilities
But you continue to stop opportunities
That's what really gets to me
I don't know what else to do with you
I love you and you better know that's true
So please do what you need to do
or else I have no other choice but to leave you
