Tuesday, November 23, 2021

EMOTIONAL INCARCERATION written by Sheldon Manoo (1995)

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Have you ever been afraid

Because of the love we made

I know every time we make love

Some tear in me gets out

I see an unprepared for pregnancy

I see me begging for mercy

And baby don’t you understand

It’s not that I can’t be a man

It’s due to my history

What went on in my family

There were seven in the house

We had an estranged kind of love

My eldest brother was an arrested development

My fourteen year old sister away she went

Mama couldn’t stand the hurt

She went and drank herself numb

Dad got laid off from his job

Woke up to find he was gone

 

I had to work my fingers to the bone

To support everyone in a broken home

And mama died on a December day

Social welfare took the kids away

There was not one thing I could do

They said you’re too old we can’t take you

Sure I tried to keep in contact

But working hard made it hard to do that

I was hoping to earn enough money

To buy a house and bring them with me

But I never got a fair paying job

My education was not enough

So I never got to move up

And all the kids got adopt-ted

I’ve searched high and low

To find who took them in

But no one in the neighbourhood

I was alone, unwilling

 

Six years I been in the same place

The pain never let tears come to my face

The last month with you have been great

You gave me some kind of new faith

And if I could love you I would

But right now it just can’t be that good

I keep thinking ‘bout my brothers and sisters

And other things in my own existence

What if I’m not strong enough

To secure the heart of you my love

I been abused real bad mentally

I’m so confused by this society

So every time I touch your body

There’s a fear awaken inside of me

If you become pregnant

I might just go crazy

It’s a desperate problem

This curse of poverty

 

Please don’t tell me it’s alright

I know things always get better

But not o every one

Save me, sisters, brothers!

 

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