I see through my window,

I see them downpour,

I see the drops on my pane,

I see how they flow.

Like the rain.. my tears,

They don't stop I know,

The pain that remains,

It won't just let go.

So stubborn I say,

The ill fate that grow,

For there lies no confusion,

If I'm an angel, if imma hoe.

But it does hit me hard,

At my heart..at its core,

What's left of me to be honest?

Its one life and I'm living low.