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If mama had taught me anything i wouldn't be writing poetry or anything
Wise words brought forthe by suffering
Trying to talk but stay muffling
Some of my words go unheard
Simply because i don't have the nerve
I sit on the curb
Perturbed
Ready to go home but friends are entertained
I'm coined as the lame
People i already met refuse to remember my name
Obviously because i refuse to think the same
As any human being with a societal norm ass brain
My favorite teacher was always pain
And I'm so scared of the sane
I think in color and they think plain ass jane
I like to think i picked sugar Cain cause cotton was easy
And I'm too strong to be settling for easy
I take the long hard way when the short cut is right in front of me
Can't pull hard out from under me