I Must Be High
When the boys are out here partying
And the girls are on the dance floor dancing
Tables are full of liquor but I am sipping on water.
It's 4am, am silent.
I must be high.
When I write lines that don't rythme.
When I can't finish a piece on time.
When I am down, not even on talk time.
I hate to admit it.
But it's been a while, I am still patient.
I must be high.
It's my birthday, they got me a cake.
A surprise party that I can't take.
But this is life, it's just another check.
I am concerned but I have got to consent.
I must be high.
Trouble looms, it's dark in my home.
So I live like everyday is my last.
On the streets, my age ain't safe.
They shoot to kill, I am a suspect all day.
I hate to admit it.
I ain't free in my homeland.
I must be high.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I flirt
I lie.
I am consistent.
I am a trouble causer.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I am high on life.
Copyright © Phred Sirikye | Year Posted 2020
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