Mar 2015
Here I am with my eyes opened wide
My jeans covering itchy thighs no lies
Typing at a computer in a nearby college
Doing sociology homework to increase my knowledge
Having four eyes isn't enough to see
And being alive isn't enough to be
I am going to be blunt as f---
Telling you what is up
In my life and through these brown eyes.
Everyday it is like I'm singing an ode of depression
Here I am settling
For everything that is less and
I am stuck, not really learning my lesson
Reality ***** I believe
But I feed myself lies and allow myself to be deceived.
Drake says f--- a fake friend where your real friends at
I say f--- ALL friends, being yourself is where it's at
In the end, we walk this world alone
With peeps lingering at the side
All the peeps, they are trying to survive
Here I am and still still I rise with the intent
Meet someone heaven, but it seems happiness is a lie
It seems to be the illusion of the mind when reality *****
And the people around you don't give a f---
And I mean don't give a two s---
Even if it was a one s---, two s---, red, white, and blue s---
If I said this aloud I would be dismissed
I leave the library and its me that I am with
They ask me who I am, they say no filter
I say good, we don't need an AC this is the winter
I don't need a false reason to be cool
I am tired of trying to look rad and f-ing up in school
I am tired of my "depression"
My mind lives in oppression
I'm tired of knowing where to go but walking the wrong direction
I am tired of looking in the mirror and f-ing wanting to cry
Sitting on my ****, don't do s--- and asking God why.
It has been a journey and it was nice living it
But me living based on people equals me not doing s---
Today's the day that I choose to make a change
I have a life to rearrange
I am tired of being detained
By this prison called my mind
Where the negative thoughts lie
And the hurt multiplies
As tears fill my eyes.
This story is not going to have a sad ending
In the end I will be winning with nominations pending
I will breathe success
No longer oppressed
By the "mind" arrest
My four eyes are opened wide to a possibility
In my reality, I am getting opportunities
From the NAACP to writing stories
I hold my own glory
On two callused hands that will also write my story
My past should not be a reason to be bitter
I am sorry I cursed, but they said no filter
My jeans covering itchy thighs no lies
Typing at a computer in a nearby college
Doing sociology homework to increase my knowledge
Having four eyes isn't enough to see
And being alive isn't enough to be
I am going to be blunt as f---
Telling you what is up
In my life and through these brown eyes.
Everyday it is like I'm singing an ode of depression
Here I am settling
For everything that is less and
I am stuck, not really learning my lesson
Reality ***** I believe
But I feed myself lies and allow myself to be deceived.
Drake says f--- a fake friend where your real friends at
I say f--- ALL friends, being yourself is where it's at
In the end, we walk this world alone
With peeps lingering at the side
All the peeps, they are trying to survive
Here I am and still still I rise with the intent
Meet someone heaven, but it seems happiness is a lie
It seems to be the illusion of the mind when reality *****
And the people around you don't give a f---
And I mean don't give a two s---
Even if it was a one s---, two s---, red, white, and blue s---
If I said this aloud I would be dismissed
I leave the library and its me that I am with
They ask me who I am, they say no filter
I say good, we don't need an AC this is the winter
I don't need a false reason to be cool
I am tired of trying to look rad and f-ing up in school
I am tired of my "depression"
My mind lives in oppression
I'm tired of knowing where to go but walking the wrong direction
I am tired of looking in the mirror and f-ing wanting to cry
Sitting on my ****, don't do s--- and asking God why.
It has been a journey and it was nice living it
But me living based on people equals me not doing s---
Today's the day that I choose to make a change
I have a life to rearrange
I am tired of being detained
By this prison called my mind
Where the negative thoughts lie
And the hurt multiplies
As tears fill my eyes.
This story is not going to have a sad ending
In the end I will be winning with nominations pending
I will breathe success
No longer oppressed
By the "mind" arrest
My four eyes are opened wide to a possibility
In my reality, I am getting opportunities
From the NAACP to writing stories
I hold my own glory
On two callused hands that will also write my story
My past should not be a reason to be bitter
I am sorry I cursed, but they said no filter
