Waking this morning I see the sun raise the grass
I play with the idea of how to watch time pass
A sale in a yard to **** a little bit
Then do something legal
   and hit a little bit.
See my mother and her smiling face
or write about the horrors of the human race
What ever I decide will be a choice to enjoy
and toy with the boy
that seems so confined.
refined to a point of ilussionary lies
that have murdered my insides.
but Happiness are the clouds in my sky
and pride since I'm so fly.
touching the heavens with a goal of goodness
I'm rejected from my hoodness
But today will be what I make it
Maybe I could get a girl to fake it
But goals push forward against my being
And it's Mother's Day
So you know Who I'm seeing.