Brother

I've got some questions in my mind. questions in my mind. . I got my elbow on the windowsill, hand on my face looking out to the world. A lot of questions lay awake in my brain and I'm still tryna suss out what I'ma say. And if I do speak, of some things, is it you in that stone cup? All I hate, so here goes. Why is it that when some guy makes it out of hood life they're like no we can't let you. And allow five-oh to rape girls then compenstate them like they the victim it's so wrong. And expect us working people to fund your wages for you to up hold the law, which is what exactly that I really need to know? Til then I stare out of my window..