by Bonita Jones
Sometimes I'm...... feeling all alone,
but yet there are people all around me
I don't know which way to turn these growing pains they hound me
I'm too old for this. Too young for that. Got my mind caught up
Screaming screw this world. Dreams of diamonds and pearls.
That is how I was brought up.
I wish like skee – low, but I don't know what my future holds.
So I smoke on dope, praying to the Lord. “God grant me tomorrow”
But I don't know why, cause I'll just get high, like the day before.
Telling myself I'm gonna quit, but I know that I'm lying to myself for sure
How can I cope? I hate to be broke Gotta do what I gotta do.
If I come down to it, it's all about self, so... uummm “F” you
See I ain't tripping my reality is paid by mental salary.
I'm trying to get it together. Myself is trying to kill me
but yet there are people all around me
I don't know which way to turn these growing pains they hound me
I'm too old for this. Too young for that. Got my mind caught up
Screaming screw this world. Dreams of diamonds and pearls.
That is how I was brought up.
I wish like skee – low, but I don't know what my future holds.
So I smoke on dope, praying to the Lord. “God grant me tomorrow”
But I don't know why, cause I'll just get high, like the day before.
Telling myself I'm gonna quit, but I know that I'm lying to myself for sure
How can I cope? I hate to be broke Gotta do what I gotta do.
If I come down to it, it's all about self, so... uummm “F” you
See I ain't tripping my reality is paid by mental salary.
I'm trying to get it together. Myself is trying to kill me
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