Inside your eyes



Inside your eyes one can see a person's soul



Inside your eyes



Three sides of the story to give you a full whole



Young girl had a baby, babies having babies

Today a mother, yesterday a young lady

And even though her peoples taught her right

These young fellas picked fruit and they got a ripe

Pick off the tree, pricked by a thorn

(I'm pregnant)

Nine months later, child born

What no one knew is that she planned it (why?)

To get away from everybody she had already abandoned

She had problems in her home though

Can't count on Mama or nobody so she had to get her own dough

She felt she had to be kept to keep herself in check

Hooked up with a roughneck, and had sex

He had a little money, and didn't dress bummy

That's why she thought she had it made when he blew up her tummy

But he didn't want to stay, she felt played

She said ("It's no problem that we can't solve")

It was a big standoff and her man ran off

I ran into her the other day and I could tell (I could tell)

By the look in her eyes, she's was going through hell

What's up



I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes

(They tell me why)

I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes

(They tell me why, they tell me why) (x2)



Inside your eyes (Inside your eyes) Inside your eyes



The girl's mama got a problem too (what's that?)

Her kid's workin her nerves and the authorities is calling too

All she knew is she got bills to pay

She ain't wrong, at some point everybody feels this way

She can't help but to wonder

If she did something wrong, or did the ghetto take her under

Oh what a bummer it's gon' be a long summer

She's gotta call the plumber cause the pipes are clogged

This type of life is called struggling

Her son sees this so he starts hustling, getting his

In the process, a major layoff in the work place

Mama came home with a sad face

Bad luck, no job

Welfare, oh God

She prays and crys

I can tell how she's feeling by the look in her eyes



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Mama's son found a way out (How?)

He got some change from that robbery that everybody's talking 'bout (What?)

But didn't do enough planning

He bought a gang of clothes and all the rest went gambling

And oh yeah, he's developed a new habit

Puffing on that sherm stick, acting like a savage

Till one day the cops let him have it

Caught with an automatic pistol and a dove

He was off to see the judge

With three strikes in effect

The threat of a second was enough to put his life in check

And while his whole family looked at him

The judge laughed, proceeded to throwing the book at him

I ran with him so I know the whole story

I feel for him, it could've been him or me

I went to visit last weekend

Maybe he could drop some game on me that I wasn't peeping

I saw his family there

His mother started crying cause she saw somebody else cared

These are the stories of our lives

A sister, mother, and brother described by the look in their eyes



(chorus)