Gettin Grown
Gettin grown...
can't run,
skip,
jump...
you know, play dumb
or give excuses like I use to,
ain't got no time to...
gotta say on my movement
cause time don't slow down,
Naw, time doesn’t slow down for you!
keep gettin grown,
I can feel the development in my bones.
I can feel my wounds healing,
as new lashes reopen them...
life is no longer a fairy tale, as if it ever was
but now days, things gets real like T.V
nothing 2-demintional and more life is 3D,
everything high in definition with no real explanation
bills,
agreement,
arrangement....
I’m getting grown with no youth to replace me,
no seed to continue my legacy, no seed to keep my debt lingering!
I’m getting grown,
I wonder does my soul know what that mean...
That soon we will have to give up this body...
yeah I’m gettin grown, well old...lol!
Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2011
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