How strange

Sitting here in agony

Watching fake wars over heart chords 

As they rage in me

It's just a fantasy

Not something rare for me

How the fuck could you day dream through gym class?

I smile

Kiss this ass

I never really say it

Now I may but, back then then I would never really wake up to shake up another motherfucker's day 

Stuff never really ever mattered

And I always loved the sound of my laughter

So irony gets served on a silver platter

With a sliver of bitter after.

Run away to Africa or something

Stop nigger! Quit frontin'! 

Sit nigga, sip something!

Don't even fuck around and say none of those dumb things

People don't really exist in those countries

But who ever really said that?

Or is this just me...

It's funny how a little boy so bright eyed

Could look like the whole sea is in his soul because he might cry

I want to hug him

Tell him I love him and it's ok little brother, they can't really tell you nothing.

Nah, fuck em 

They ain't talking 'bout nothing

Frontin' muthafuckas frontin'

Don't little kiddo, just win.

Because I love you. It's so weird how hard it is to tell somebody that you love them.