My Time


Had a couple of glasses and a night cap
Up till morning every night writing rhymes like I rap
Still writing about girls that were supposed to have my back
Still not sure if you know it feels to be black
Still waiting on that one girl to call
Done with summer sixteen, it’s Valentine’s Fall
Mixing all my thoughts with alcohol
I’m on a mission not to feel anything at all
Writing all the tales you’re too ashamed to tell
I pray it’s not too late for my generation
I pray I don’t fail
I pray I can make a difference
I pray I’m always myself
I pray I’m always different


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