I really don't know how I found myself here
But I am more worried about why I can't leave
As toxic as a German beer
Drunk while driving through this pain to Oak creek
I came here with so much hope
I am African, I am Woman
Born into a system
A system where boys were entitled to education
And girls taught about the shape of the kitchen
Boys encouraged to chase their dreams
Girls taught how to fry...
It is Hard
Maybe I am blowing it out of proportion
Maybe I am not paying it enough attention
Maybe my mental health is at risk but I am not taking it serious
Maybe I am just creating this illusion
Tired, honestly I could repeat this again, I'm tired
Tired of having to fake who I am
Tired of trying to please those who I have around
Tired of losing myself and talking about how everybody is fake
What's up Addiction? How have you been?
It's been a while, are you still living?
Oh, I'm bere, waiting for your call
Practising being clean? You'd soon give up
Am a patient master of an entity
Hold my hand
I'm not reaching out because I'm fine
I'm not reaching out because on my own I can stand
I'm reaching out because I am still on that route
I feel what you feel
Maybe I don't, is the situa...