My Island of Disparity
On my island of disparity
streets, they play unfair to me,
born in this world, why didn't they mention
I'd be stripped of all my clarity?
22's seem like they catchin' me
the shine, the grind to Get It,
but I'm devoted to maturity
from baggy clothes to fitted.
My objective mind not tainted
by what the world has been in,
Forbidden Fruit, much harder to depict
contrast to the beginning.
On my island of disparity
no one seems to care but HE,
Here I Survive, and lean towards hope,
the faith that I cannot see.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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