Puddles of Water
By DC
The sun blocks my thoughts
But when it rains they roam free
I’m a victim of circumstance
Around people that don’t know me
Maybe if they went through what I did
Things would be different
Mom’s working three jobs
Youngest sis raising children
I thought people was trippin
When they said things’ll get better
Cause they was wearing winter coats
And I was wearing a sweater
Refusing things mom wanted to give
All I wanted was love
Trying hard to be a man
But got misunderstood for a thug
Maybe I would change a few things
If I could go back
Moms would be smiling instead of crying
Yeah I’d like that
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