Whatever you claim to be,
or whatever you claim to see,
or have seen about me,
maybe its what free`s me, or gives me the liberty,
to walk with my head hiqh&&even thouqh i cant fly
i feel like im pass the birds&&the bee`s in the sky,
&even thouqh my eyes are like yours
&my 20/20 vision isnt` as poor,
as say a drunk or a drug addicted mother,
i still see their pain,& with every drink&every puff
i pray silently, usinq the lord`s name in vain,
because its like i made it this hard.
& it qets 10 times as hard, as it was last week, or last month
&& im probably not as familiar with the earth as say a skunk,
but i know where to dump my shit,
all my coins may not be as shiny as yours,
but my heart is way biqqer&& my pride makes an even louder noise
the choice i made today, may turn into a mistake tomorrow,
but as long as i dont follow you, onto the path of distruction&&disruption
then i can live with that,. .
cus my mistakes are my mistakes
&& my coins may not be as shiny
but my heart is way biqqer& my pride makes noise
im wayy richer than you, without the coins& the noise
i sit back in the depths of my brain&& write unitl my finqers scream out in vain.
. . .this shit calls out my name;
it calls out my name
-hayes
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