I remember siting in the kitchen,
After washing dishes.
My mom went out and my dad went fishing.
Only me at home so my lyrics had me lifted.

I know I got to go to college, so I have to pay tuition.
That's a part of my goals in life, yes that's my mission.
A partition to listen,
And it doesn't matter what people think because that's my decision.

It's like listening to the news and the **** they'll be telling me.
About some young, dumb, broke kid who got charged for a felony.
Like really and truly and really,
The things in life that doesn't fit so easily.

Maybe a shovel to dig or a piece of a puzzle.
And if life bites too hard the put it in a muzzle.
Because I hope it help to build up your strength,
Or make sure the race that you're running has a good length.

And if you're scared of fear, you better be aware,
Of the thins that play late in the night then disappear.
To be fair, don't get a heartache of the space in the dark place.
And if you get a heartache, take pills for it or take a bow to accept the case, of displacing,
To write the wrongs and the correction of your mistakes.

So don't forget about the mysteries of the clues.
Like the time you never got wet and some how you got the flu.
Maybe from the dew or the zoo from the suspicious kangaroos.
Who never looked at no one else but loved to look at you.

And finally the time to be thinking out loud or thinking in quietly.
Therefore, substitute the lies for the truth and the honesty.
But remember the time lies saved you from the enemy.
This won't be hard for me, but I'm asking to keep love and respect for the way you think of poetry.