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Wear a masc during the day, but play F balls at night,

a lot of folks trying to block out my light

I shine bright like a ninety Watt bulb,

I'm only fifteen but lately I've been feeling old.

I told my momma some of the things on my mind,

a bit of understanding's a rarer find.

I took my time in my classes,

all my teachers hope he passes

 

But all of them got the wrong idea,

it ain't their fault, more like a strong ideal

and though it's hurtful to observe on this Earth

I can't blame them for the things that they don't know.

I explained computers to the Laymen,

now I barely play 'em.

I guess I should've kept on trying

now it's hard to keep on staying.

 

I wore a mask at day, my momma told me to take it off,

my dad was more understanding when we talked

I look to the future and see what I've lost,

the ways in which I've grown, sighed and let out a groan

In fifth grade I thought I was Capone,

in tenth grade I got tarred, feathered and stoned

Most nights I look to the sky and feel so alone,

when others my age just wish to listen to a moan.

 

I spoke my mind, every once in a time,

regretted it a lot until I learned to read the signs

My future places me in office work,

my ambition told me to pursue music.

And even though I might never meet my idols,

maybe my fate's for the better

I hope I don't get sued for libel,

'cause I write everything in my letters.