My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
Get up To the world Its happy If you make it that way Your loved ones
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind
If the sky is the limit And you have no fear Failure will give it To you in the rear So just go with what you got
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
One An individual Totally unique One Earth
Darkness and light Fight for my days Yet the darkness is the Shadow that stays Not evil, not depression
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
Treatments are not the same In a crowd full of people Achievements to blame Make us unequal So just go with your words
The beginning is coming here Where we used to play Sometimes we would laugh Or walk all day Then our feet would rise from the…