When you read this
Picture me standing
In the rain
Yelling at God
With all my strength
The Rain drops filling my mouth
Are Enough to drown me
If I was half the man
That everyone makes me out to be
I would really be proud
But every other night
I'm in a dark room
Fighting demons that fill my soul
A bottle or a beer
Is never far away
I gave up the weed
I'm To grown to smoke seeds
Yet I'm Sniffing it every where I go
Wishing to be immature again
If I was so amazing
Why don't black girls love me
Why must I chase skirts
Outside my race
Just to feel love and acceptance
I've been counted out
Cause of the knowledge in my head
Cause of the way I talk now
Things I cant change
Cause I'm chasing success
But still stuck in a dead end job
I been dealing with
Depression since an adolescence
Ace said he loved me like a brother
Picked them over me
Wouldn't answer my calls
Cause I needed tough love
I've been shunned and humiliated
By my loved ones and peers
Turn down by girls
Who swear they loved me
When I needed them the most
I've traveled the world
Done so much
In such a short time
It's funny fame still avoid's me
It's understandable though
Who needs another kurt cobain
Standing in the world's eye
Who wants a poor and broken soul
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