Keep my eyes open

i'm like a flower in a pot, take growth or die and shrivel
my life's confusing enough no time to solve a riddle
people judge me by my outer layer don't see the man inside me
five years from now i'm really wondering where i'll be
every word i write is true, thoughts stuck on my mind
i hope that you acknowlege me for my good before i die
i hate the life i live for real no sense of me in crying
sometimes i wish i was white, no sense of me in lying
regardlesss of the pain i try to keep the faith and move on
if you tell me i got problems, fuck it for real who don't..

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