This is a song about "Speak to me"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

And now its time for me to speak a antique, before i was weak,

Why did you leave me, speak when you need me/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

So only speak when spoken to,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Can't figure out to speak moderate

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Don't even try to speak to me kid, cause i'm a blank wall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,