I say I'm a man
They say I'm underage
Does that make me a boy?
What is it that make them men?
So often I see greatness in expression
They say its real but I say its talk without action
I've learned to learn these things harder then others
My life is filled with compassion for others
I only fear that the reaction of others
Will smother me and the things that I mother
All the things these people have love for
Not loving there own mothers or fathers
So many fathers without children rather
Most of these children are without fathers
These men don't take care of they're flesh
Only using the 24 hours God gave them for themselves
So let my childhood pass me so I can show these men
That I've found in the few real men around me
They think of only my age and not of my brain
Trying to relate their lives to that of my own
Making my life out of experiences they've experienced
This is the mistake they've made not knowing
The things I know so many mistakes
Tho, I've learned from the ones I've made
These men aren't men through actions
That's the fact that I know