They Ask....... Whats Wrong?
And she asked….. WHATS WRONG?
Not at all did I hesitate but I told her
The motherf%#*in weight
Of the world on my shoulder
How do I exercise freedom?
While trapped between bars
Though told by these people I’m equal
But if we both get caught I’m stuck with the charge
And he asked….. WHATS WRONG?
I said discrimination, the labels and stairs
The preamble judgments
That I am what I wear
That I am what you fear
That I lack what you share
That your perception is just misconception
About my style and these twist in my hair
And they asked….. WHATS WRONG?
I simply replied by saying the usual
Those who think life is a game
Movie or even a musical
They tend to amuse me
Cuz I know its much more
So I’m patient and waiting
In order to see what’s in store
And you ask….. WHATS WRONG?
The arrogant ignorant simple minded people
The high acclaimed politician
Whose trapped in his ego
The deceitful cities
For where we reside
The foreign affairs
That affects us all world wide
And I ask….. WHATS WRONG ME? Do I need help?
Maybe it’s the hatred inside that I built
Or lack of ambition which refrained me from transition
To find what it is inside of myself
Dwelling on how the world
Is cold, crooked and filthy
Maybe its just me
…… Just me feeling guilty
AND THEY ASK WHATS WRONG………. I REPLY THE WORLD
Copyright © Trey Foy | Year Posted 2008
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