We’re all just strangers
Trapped in a world of dangers
Put behind the pit of the street
Just for the rhyme of a beat
No, before we were seen
And before our selfish lives was redeemed
Where we all started out
To be ripped open and torn about
Of the once teenage care-free love
That was once from heaven above
That makes a loser, a cool person
That makes a popular boy bitter and worsen
Changes all together, to make a individual
From the outside of human rituals
Beaten and suffered from isolation
But he still catches his last breath, in preparation
For his next big move, his next big thing
To become rich, famous all from his piece of string
He drastically moves like a snake
Rolling around and hissing to his body that’s fake
No, not his soul that eats him away
But the love that’s keeping him at bay
It’s not his game, he’s not the dominant player
But the girl is the most effective gamer
Sitting along waiting for boys
Mocking in laughter as if they're her play toys
Cause of her strive, her position at best
Waiting for the next wrong to put to the test
It’s all a mind game, a piece of the puzzle unsolved
That’s raps around our head, revolved
Into the coming of age, structure to hold
Waiting for the ones daring to be bold
Taking every person down one by one,
Every card is played, none by none
Were all waiting for our turn
To get that chance, to crash and burn
Were all just strangers
Trapped in a world of dangers
About the Creator
Michael Ross
I'm just a little different....
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