Fan Records (Call My Brother)

By Joy Lynn Clark

6/26/2016

Call My Brother

All alone with my kid

Begging you for help

Gimmie the work

And do it for myself

I just can’t stop

Hearing the streets

And the whole city’s

Coming right through my beats

Cause of your one thing

I cant get off

Wont cut your hair

So mine is lost

always spotting you

Everywhere

And your dopplegangers

Always on my block

I should have just said

I’m not built for this

And I don’t know

About this business

But still I try

Cause I’m desperate

Seeing dollar signs

That I just cant get

I don’t know

What to do with this

Seeing dollar signs

That I just can’t get

Cause I’m desperate

And gotta pay my rent

No matter the weight

This is stupid shit

I thought it was you

From the back for real

But he’s got not car

And your rep he steals

At The crib wit peeps

He don’t know I know

Just call my bro

That shit will not go

Jars in cars

With window tints

You too hot

And it’s too intense

Got the nerve to say

Wholistic

procedure

You will not get

But you are young

Just try the shit

Cause if you run

I’m taking it

Cause I the one

Who is on your right

With your bullshit

It’s going down tonight

I should have just said

I’m not built for this

And I don’t know

About this business

But still I try

Cause I’m desperate

Seeing dollar signs

That I just cant get

I don’t know

What to do with this

Seeing dollar signs

That I just can’t get

Cause I’m desperate

And gotta pay my rent

No matter the weight

This is stupid shit

I thought it was you

From the back for real

But he’s got not car

And your rep he steals

At The crib wit peeps

He don’t know I know

Just call my bro

That shit will not go

Affiliation

Unrecognized

But they make up shit

And tell me lies

But I did not care

Cause it’s been so long

But I start to wonder

What type of shit they on

I like them anyway

Cause we went back

But then they say

They on different tracks

And it’s hard to believe

We in the same hood

With what you say can this be good?

I thought it was you

From the back for real

But he’s got not car

And your rep he steals

At The crib wit peeps

He don’t know I know

Just call my bro

That shit will not go

Thinking I could do something

With this shit

Truth be known I need a grip

Pay the landlord

Before he evicts

Feed my kid

And do regular shit

As far as the weight

Dispose of it

The violation I take

thought that was it

But now you writing letters

And you complicate

Now I’m a prostitute with a drug habit

I should have just said

I’m not built for this

And I don’t know

About this business

But still I try

Cause I’m desperate

Seeing dollar signs

That I just cant get

I don’t know

What to do with this

Seeing dollar signs

That I just can’t get

Cause I’m desperate

And gotta pay my rent

No matter the weight

This is stupid shit

I thought it was you

From the back for real

But he’s got not car

And your rep he steals

At The crib wit peeps

He don’t know I know

Just call my bro

That shit will not go

Joy Clark is a writer, producer, vocalist, and publisher. Lexington, KY

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