Shades
• Written by DskillzHarris
I was XVI, when my grandfather
Left in that casket,
All of the pain I would mask it,
Just for my family's sake,
Rest In peace to the patriarch,
Im taking his place,
in due time,
Until then, it's me and this pen,
Going to war,
I Used to hate the city,
But now I'm liking it more
my grandmother asked me
What Am I running for or what Am I running from,
Cause no matter where I go I take my mothers son, with me
Forever that line hits me as I think back,
No matter what I go, ima still be who I am
But does that mean that people don't change,
Because I refuse to believe that,
But she still hit me with a hard fact,
And to reply was a hard act
So I finally came correct
Had to regather my thoughts,
And return them with respect
And I'm often prompted to neglect
The original question
Cause I tend to speak in tangents,
Adamant, and I think so rapidly,
I'll happily finish my story now
I'm running from nothing, I wanna stay
Even though the city of charm been looking grimy,
I'm from over West, y'all know where to find me
I heard the bright lights can be blinding,
Ain't that some shit, I already wear shades,
Maybe that's why shit looks dark
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DskillzHarris
Member since February 5 2015