White walls. Plenty of time, Is what the boy thinks. He can't swim But he jumps in the pool And hopes he doesn't sink.
The pool has white walls. Blankness is what I see. Being able to create what I want I see things that others do not. At least that is what I think. To me they are ghost that haunt.
Me I see myself Not free Sometimes There are things I cannot see.
White walls in the jail cells But one wall is pure bars. I am a caged beast. Those people there who call me friend know me the least.
I say what I mean. Do what I say. As soon as I hear the beat. I live for dreams. The ones I cannot control. Which is why I love to fall asleep.
On these walls I see my flaws. My flaws create my past pain. Looking at these walls keep me from changing. 200 years ago I could have had it worse And would have been slaving.
No I'm not Django Or even Jamie Foxx. I am more of a Jaden Smith. Why? Because they don't understand my drift.
But I do That's all that really matters Understanding self First Priority.
I may be jading quickly Turning into a white wall. Pale Blank Silent Unless I express myself.