The whole world movin’ forward,
And the only one left is me.
For a Day
I was born in chains,
Spent my life being directed by the rain—
Prayin’ for a day
I can feel the sun for a change.
For a day
When I can shake this oppression
And let my freedom reign.
For a day
When I’m not questioned because of my complexion,
When I only know love and acceptance—
Never even a thought
Or feeling of rejection,
Let alone those suicidal thoughts
That race around my mind and heart,
Keepin’ the lights on
Because I know death is waitin’ for me in the dark.
So I smoke to keep these feelings at bay,
Gettin’ high just to get by.
It seems like I’m happy,
But my life is a lie.
Keepin’ a smile on my face,
But on the inside, I cry.
So I’m prayin’ for a day
When I can put the ‘Jay’ down—
For the day.
For the Day
My soul won’t frown
For this day I’ve been waitin’,
Locked in my personal hell,
Really testin’ my patience.
Close to the ledge,
But even closer to freedom.
I was born in chains,
But the day is comin’
When I will finally beat ‘em.
From Demon to Angel
My dearest sympathies
To those who were hurt
When I acted wickedly.
It’s just that lately,
My soul has been afflictin’ me—
Drownin’ in a sea of empathy,
Lookin’ for the lifeline
To come and rescue me.
Change of heart
On life’s style gettin’ the best of me,
Got me walkin’ the tightrope
To reach my destiny.
The whole world movin’ forward,
And the only one left is me.
No bags, no luggage—
I’m only bringin’ the best of me.
I done weathered the storm,
Now I’m standin’ on the beach.
It’s white wine when I drink,
Standin’ in the limelight—
And I bet I won’t shrink.
Won’t fold.
Thrown in the fire—
That’s where I hold.
I got a hold.
I Feel Like Goin’ Home
I feel like goin’ home,
To that special place
Where the kid in me can roam.
Never known a broken home,
Never knew how it feels to be alone.
Both parents in the same living conditions,
Even have all your siblings,
Never experiencin’ pain
Because of all the love you’re feelin’.
I feel like goin’ home
To where my GPA is different—
Valedictorian, never seein’ detention.
Front seat in the class,
I was gettin’ paid
To pay attention.
I feel like goin’ home
To where it’s my car and house I own.
On my ten toes, I’m standin’ strong—
A leader, not a follower,
But a man that has great follow-up.
Never lettin’ my past get me caught up.
I feel like goin’ home,
Where I make it out this steel coffin
And recover from all my losses.
Where I’m the boss of all bosses—
I feel like goin’ home.
