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S**T
by Lynisha Arceus

I woke up this morning with a whole bunch of S**t on my mind

I don't have S**T to call my own

My refrigerator is empty

My lights are flickering

No one is helping me

So I have to do what's best for me

This S**T ain't easy how people make it seem

But I got to do this S**T because this is the only way I will eat

My paper and pencil understands me

And doesn't judge me for the S**T that I do

Baby I'm no foul

I'm just doing what I have to do

Baby no silver spoons

We use the plastic ones from the leftovers Chinese food

My feet is engraved in the pavement

My forehead is full perspiration

Baby you can see the motivation

I ain't got S**t to go home to

That's why I do what I do

So I can have some S**T to take home

A house is not a home

Until you're fully settled in

My living room is empty

My bedroom is echoing

I ain't got S**t to go home to

So I don't have time to rest

I have to be on my S**T

I woke up this morning with empty hands

But when I close my eyes tonight

My palms will be filled with completed goals and capture dreams

Because Iain't got S**T

I'm going out there to get S**T

And take it home so I can have S**T

THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN!