Momma, why must I cry when it's dark?
No one there to give me their hand to stand up
Tearing inside but the smile is the mask of joy
What the fuck do people want from me?
The person that should be there when they cry
A person to hold them when they're sick
Some nigga to give them a hundreds answers
I have problems of my own, but I have to help them
The fucking stress I'm under
The fucking pain in my eyes when shit happens
No one cares how I end up in the future
Even laugh when shit happens to me
What the fuck the people want from me?
I feel the tears coming out
I have no one to hold and talk toAnd no one is going to walk with meNo one wants to help me
Not a person even gives a damn about a tired general.