"THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS"
March 12, 2020
Thru my window pane, all I see pain.
My quarterback, halfback and tailback, been held back.
They ain’t running no plays, stuck in the same grade.
Since day one, I can’t save one, all of them are getting killed.
I can’t pay no bills, done double checked.
I ain’t got no check, in my mailbox.
The hands on the clock, says I’m out of time.
The only job I can find, is doing dirt.
But, the pain don’t hurt, it’s been killed by pills.
One day I’m gone steal, my way out of this hell.
My mind is like a jail, that ain’t got no bars.
I can’t see no stars, they’re scared...