Ima Misfit
In all my life that I've existed you see,
I've never fit in anywhere, like it was meant to be.
IMA now up there in my older year's,
a misfitt that's been filled with laughter and so many tear's.
You may see me as a misfitt, a rebel, a lost cause, and that's fine I say,
cause I do tend to my own, as I make my own way.
With or without you I can go on in this world you see,
a misfitt, a rebel, an outcast, a blacksheep I be.
No matter what lable you or the world sticks to me.
Ima going to do everything that I can,
to raise me and my kind becoming a better man.
If you feel like the world has casted you out,
your a misfit, a blacksheep with outta doubt.
That's ok as long as you're making positive change's each day,
becoming the best of you in every way..
Labels are for those who believe and think only of their self it's true,
be ye humble, let it be other's that raises you.
Keep your head above the waters, your heart over the thought's of the mind,
being a misfit, a rebel, an outcast is still life you will find..
Copyright © James Porter | Year Posted 2023
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