22 years so young, I'm still stressed tho
many tough years have passed I'm still tryin to
Walk my way in a straight path
I still fall tho
People walk outta my life I'm still blessed tho
Used & abused through most of it I'm still smilin yo
Mom & pops don't ever talk so I'm the Middle man tryna balance out all the hate
& im Tryna balance all of this weight
Fell in love a couple of times
I'm still not sure how
People walk outta my life
Am I too real for all you fake people to feel
Am I too strong for all you whack humans I've tried
To see the good in you but your pride was always too high
To see who you had
now I'm in the back of your mind
All these hungry people I see
At any given point that could be you or me
Were so blind to what we don't feel but hey
Keep this in mind
One day we gone die
So do try & do something while you're still alive
Because we are blessed yo
23 years so old
I'm so lost tho
Been through hell on earth a few times
I'm still blessed tho
Burned a lotta bridges with time
Put on my shoes
Lemme know if you'll still rise
Through all the rocks
That I climb to keep my people alive
Through all the waves I still keep my head up high
Through all the pain I still make sure they're all fine
Through all the heat I keep my cool just so they don't know what I'm goin through
To make them feel like I'm fine
Is what I always do
I smoked some weed & felt my mind go on a higher note
I Wrote my thoughts on paper that night
I'm tryna get to All my roots, will they survive
We've grown apart & maybe there's a reason why.
I'm losing track of what my thoughts are;
Was I that high
Or
Was I really just so low
That I needed a
Blunt to get me back afloat
Not enough years I’ve survived
still trying to wrap my head around this life of mine
i’ve been writing for the last 9 years
you see my goal is
to have you look through my mind
i done messed up way too many times
i still believe in who i am and where I’m headed and I’m perfectly fine
with however much time you’ll take till you see that we’re not that different, you and I,
you might judge me cuz my scarf aint on or cuz my tattoo shown or the stories of may sins that I’ve decided to show
but you see thats exactly whats different between you and me,
the more you judge the more you don’t see that you cant be me and you won’t be free until you realize theres no prize putting another person down for sharing their lessons in hopes you’ll survive when you’re faced with some mind shifting paradigms
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