Uplifting
The money, a sad face without it
Fame, its making us trade places
I don't think it would ever be changes
Still races faces
My attitude now, got me walking alone
Because I stand up for what I believe
Also whats mine
If I was right or wrong
I still remain strong
Life is full of these playahatas
But I ain't sweating them
Now all my enemies envy me
But why its always a she
But awkardly a he
To me I wonder if life worth living
Someone always there to bring you down
Then I ask myself is there really a reason to clown
Thats why I see most people as distinct strangers
They come in your life and one mistake
They mess up your whole world
I know the world is cold
Some kind of way I gotta stay holding on
But everybody always trying to put one down
Its mainly the blacks
Im not here to hurt nobody
You only live once
Because everybody won't speak the truth
So basically everyone has lived a lie
Some nights I cry
Maybe because I don't know if I could try
Try and deal with pain
the strain, the ache of my heart
These words that you write me down in history
Like Maya Angelou says:
"You may write me down in history
with your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise."
Even though you may bring me down
I'm still like the sun, the shooting stars, even the stars in the sky
I'm still going to have my time to shine
D--n, can I get some peace
Well when all this suffering will cease
I don't know
For all you haters
You read what you sew
And always note that
What goes around, comes around
Cause while Im living up to my dreams
You are just a shadow of my life
thats trying to bring me down
Copyright © Deneshia Bryant | Year Posted 2006
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