by Arcassin Burnham
Phobia driven,
See how I'm living,
I don't have time for the props that life has given,
Guitars strum and the children scream and yell,
I don't know if god will damn me for my skin color,
I wouldn't be able to tell,
The whole purpose is,
Is there is no purpose,
Now I gotta find the meaning of doing some soul searching,
See where my origins came from,
To find out if its worth it,
Why am I so dumb?
Strong and bold as sin,
I commit it plenty of times,
I'm a freaking Warrior,
And I'm so ahead of my time.
Phobia driven,
See how I'm living,
I don't have time for the props that life has given,
Guitars strum and the children scream and yell,
I don't know if god will damn me for my skin color,
I wouldn't be able to tell,
The whole purpose is,
Is there is no purpose,
Now I gotta find the meaning of doing some soul searching,
See where my origins came from,
To find out if its worth it,
Why am I so dumb?
Strong and bold as sin,
I commit it plenty of times,
I'm a freaking Warrior,
And I'm so ahead of my time.
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