Help Wanted


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 to

And no one is going to walk with meNo one wants to help me

Not a person even gives a damn about a tired general.