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