The Pain

I’m a little bit shaded by a lot of what I see
So if you’re still interested you should come get at me
Cause I’m tired of getting shot down, put down and dissed
I wanna be picked up, held tight and kissed
But things like these don’t happen to dudes like me
Because I’m more Coldplay than I am Ice-T
They say that good girls love bad guys and that might be
But a bad girl with a good guy, that’s unlikely
So what’s a man to do to get to hold hands with you?
Do I talk shit and stand and look hard with my crew?
I don’t know what to do, so I drown in my drink
It helps to numb the pain, cause when I sit and think about it
Eyes get clouded, thoughts get crowded
So I’ma sit right here, wait for you to talk about it

Growing pains

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I sat back and took a look at myself. I have progressed quite a bit. It’s an everyday process. Constantly fending off that which can derail me. It’s interesting how it was just a snap decision every time I decided change was necessary. Will power. Strength of the mind. The body and spirit soon followed. One nagging thought during the state of reflection. This is the man I am; was this the man I always was and always supposed to be?

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