Is it tomorrow yet
can we go out and play...

I can't pretend it doesn't exist
this pain I feel inside...

I know I'm a handful
and a pain most the time...

I know a times I'm a handful
and probably not worth the pain...

I had plans on being a somebody
but each time I turn around another hand pushes me...

I never really knew my dad
he was a reserved man...

He smiles when I brush my teeth,
and battle with my hair...

The look on his face was priceless
when I finally walked away...

There's a man on my street who lives all alone,
he's rarely outside and his shades are always...

My name is just a memory
One you'll soon forget...

Mama's boy he is no more,
As he leads his men into the core...

I don't recall the words he said,
Or the look upon his face...