i wish, i wish that you could see
past all these facade that i put up,
so you could see the real me
you think that everything that glitters will mean something to me
but baby lemme tell ya; momma aint neva raised no fool, and daddy sure aint neitha
because behind every gift, is a motive and every motive a want
so what do you want boy? it cant be the real me, because if that were so, a hug and someone to listen would be all that i need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem