When the rain washes you clean,  
Remember what you have  
And what you want.  
  SILLY FOOL
Nothing can stop this burning—  
Sixteen dollars, three uncut gems,  
A child support check,  
A ball and chain,  
And a hole in my pocket.  

And you know, I’m no baby.  
I don’t wanna go  
Back and back,  
Forth and forth,  
Pinky promise.  

Narcissistic, I am—my father’s name  
Is etched across my face.  
The whole town is laughing at me;  
I should’ve caught a fade.  
Instead, check your grit—  
A thin line between love and hate.  

Yet beneath their laughter, a fierce fire glows.  
They see the cracks, not the strength that grows.  
In this struggle, I find my way—
Every moment a battle, but I choose to stay.