Literary Tears

I just wish I knew what I was doing wrong;

I'm a grown man without a spouse or a home.

I always feel like I'm doing everything right;

like to call myself a star, but lately, I'm not feeling so bright.

In and out of jail and nobody cares...I swear,

if I ain't love livin' so much, I'd shoot myself in the head.

Where's my help at? Where's my plug? Somebody tell me what's up;

How come I'm not good enough for somebody to love?

I made mistakes, fasho, and yes, I've learned from'em;

when will I be getting my chance to prove I've learned from'em?

I guess it's darkness forever, until I'm outta here;

although I'm not a kid, they've got me on lifetime punishment.