"THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS"

Thru my window pane, all I see pain.

My quarterback, halfback and tailback, been held back.

They ain’t running no plays, stuck in the same grade.

Since day one, I can’t save one, all of them are getting killed.

I can’t pay no bills, done double checked.

I ain’t got no check, in my mailbox.

The hands on the clock, says I’m out of time.

The only job I can find, is doing dirt.

But, the pain don’t hurt, it’s been killed by pills.

One day I’m gone steal, my way out of this hell.

My mind is like a jail, that ain’t got no bars.

I can’t see no stars, they’re scared to shine at night.

Because they just might, be robbed of their twinkle.

All I need is one sprinkle, of God’s rain on my face.

So that you can’t trace,

“THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS”. Copyright 2015 By: "THE PO' FOLK'S POET"