Lyric Gangster

It s not the way that you would listen
Or the way you comb your hair
It s the fact that you are missing
How I feel when you re not there
I went through all the months of January
Locked up in this cell
I d like to be at home, but on my own
I didn t do too well

Look at me, I always get the blame
But I can t even learn to spell my name
I like to read, I like to write
But where I live I learn to fight
So don t you ever say that we re the same

I don t need a doctor telling me I m full of juice
It s not a statement that I m making
But the plain and simple truth
I went through all the months of January
Locked up in my cell
I d like to think of home, when I m alone
It doesn t work too well