
you see my whole life i’ve been confused
little jack inside of the box who can’t seem to come out
but this time it’s me inside of a body
dying to shout
but I’m still confused as hell
but oh well
take a minute to dwell
that come back
compose
hold ya self together like lady liberty
but what they don’t know is
at night she fights for her rights
you see as kids we dream
overtime we think we can achieve
it’s like theres sometime of microscopic chip inside of us that tells us we can’t do it
so i’ve seen
usually between ages 17-19
but screw the stats
WE ALL CAN!
and that’s a motha fuckin fact.
look
i’m not preachin
i’m just saying whats real
no need to make a big deal
of the truth
magic fairy comes through
takes ya tooth
pay day
easy way
damn i wish i was a kid again
back then we use to play with barbie and ken
but that’s not why
i wish i was a kid again
because i remember that exact day
when that
straight black ink
flew through that
snow white sheet
it all made sense
it all made sense
and back then everything made sense
when did everything get so complicated?
look i don’t know if this poem is gonna go anywhere
but i’m tryin to find it’s way through
oh wait a minute.
i just realized that the reason why I do poetry
is because when i write
that’s the only time
i’m not
confused.