A Walk Through Brooklyn

Blackman Blues

I ain’t feeling like a man because I’m struggling

and my son’s room is the living room

I can’t afford to live my dreams

cause the rent is too high

my wife isn’t making the situation better

her constant complaints make me not want to try

and it hurts to look in my son’s eyes

which remind me of a clock

because whatever time it is

the big and little hand rarely meet

he don’t understand that I’m out chasing paper

so Santa Claus could get the credit for placing gifts

under the tree.

My back is against the wall

God I'm about to tap

but please answer this question

where's my piece of the pie at?

my family needs more space to progress

like a plant needs water to grow

for my family to live

I will struggle everyday until we have enough

money to pack up and go.