This is a song about "Supposed to be loved"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

I guess that it's supposed to be, express that in my poetry,

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Don't we all want to live, be loved, have our mouths fed,

And that's how it's supposed to be

Summertime in the city

Enjoyment in things i loved seem to be freed from me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Show them how to really be, i know i keep both of them where they supposed to be

Like hoes down in magic city

How it's supposed to be