Screwing them over, again

I got no answers.

You got no change.

It’s raining in Atlanta;

the dogs will have to wait

to get out in the hood, again.

My friend, they look at me

and seem to say why are you

keeping us in?

I’m not keeping you in.

Mother Nature is to blame.

They don’t care. It’s me

old what’s his name

screwing them over, again.