Tired eyes,
chasing street dreams.
Life ain’t always what it seems.
Bright light blind.
People run schemes.
Snipers focus their beams
Night terrors tarnish dreams
Pain is being,
feeling it, is to believe.
Cowards seek only to deceive.
Hear sayers only speak,
After the truth leaves.
Too many fakes for me.
Real should recognize real,
Lately, I can’t believe what I see.
My trying to change the world
Instead, it changed me.
I was better off being me,
Cause that’s how its meant to be