First off, ....Big dreams, small stature
Twenty fo' years, watching chilluns an' pastors
wonderin' where my heart is, to pasture,
but the way I feel, it's a natural disaster.
Years pass, wrinkles show, still no Masters
No money, no food, not even a Bachelors
Throwin' stones so hard,
one can call me a spellcaster
Trouble-town raised, yet ya' girl ain't changed,
Brown hair, brown eyes, and somehow still stayed,
Got no record of my own, but the label's still made,
and I don't even have to say, what I've seen played.
....and I'm done. I hope some of that was actually...decent. Haha.