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Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty, No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles Ive Survived, Praying Hard For Better Days Promised To Hold On Me And My Dogs Aint Have A Choice But To Hold On.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

But Please Don't Cry, Dry Your Eyes, Never Let Up Forgive But Don't Forget, Girl Keep Your Head Up

Being In Marin City Was Like A Small Town So It Taught Me To Be More [straightforward] With My Style. Instead Of Of Being So Metaphorical With The Rhyme, I Was Encouraged To Go Straight At It And Hit It Dead On And Not Waste Time Trying To Cover Thingsin Marin City It Seemed Like Things Were Real Country. Everything Was Straightforward. Poverty Was Straightforward.

We Live Like Caged Beasts Waiting For The Day To Let The Rage Free.