when my feelings get mixed
i have to get fixed
in my heart in my chest
i feel i never pass the test
i can never be the best
i was born poor
and i want some more
but when i shoot high
i alwase fall on the floor
so i hope to die and i punch the wall
im standing up but my compassion crawls
and my passion calls
to any one who can come through the halls
but every time this happens they only get smaller
its caving in so now i holler
come someone if you can!
i know i can be a true man!
please dont wait till its to late
one more missed shot and ill shut the gate
so if your the one i pray you come
dont wait till after loves last humm
and if you do then just forget it
because once its over you correct it
im done im dead u wont resurrect it
