Bus Stop

Faith has molded my mind to believe everything will be just fine Therefore I didn’t noticed the chaos In full force at my front door Strangers brought temptation sent from the wicked I was so grateful to have previously eaten dinner Sour taste buds from the aroma of Indica and jazz milds Listening to jazz the whole time while I cry Time passes by for mr.nobody Hour glass in classes for mr.nobody He don’t know his worth But was projected to be something Worthless words from countless people He don’t know what to believe in