It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

These feelings will be gone Does this make me not a man? Now I see the times they change Leaving doesn't seems so strange I am hoping I can find Where to leave my hurt behind All this shit I seem to take All alone I seem to break I have lived the best I

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Those were different days But those were different days Staring at the picture of the runaways on the wall Seems like these day you couldn’t run away at all And even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man’s

(With you) With you It seems like they all want me to fail But I’m not going back Not going back, baby Please tell me you don’t want me to fail ‘Cause I’m not going back Not going back I could've been a tragedy That’s why these fake niggas who call me