Bruk Pocket Lament

I tried to love her
The best that I could
I tried to live like a good man should
I tried too hard
But where did I go
For my baby don’t want to know

I saw a doctor
Please understand
I need assistance-
A chemical hand
Give me release
My head ‘bout to blow
My baby don’t want to know

I saw a priest
Please let me explain
Baby Jesus gonna heal my pain
I read the book
But it’s hard to follow
Still my baby don’t want to know

I saw my momma
Momma, hold me still
I’m starting to talk like I’m mentally ill
Fetch me my rifle
I’ve done all I could
Now my baby done gone for good
[gunshot]

I’m sorry baby
I’m sorry baby
I’m sorry baby