Out here tryna make it, but you keep clipping my wings,
Out here tryna make it, but you keep on shutting down my dreams,
I know struggle, I know pain, wondering if this is not hate.
See, in the past few years I have tried to understand you,
Studied your reasons of actions and being.
In the last few years, I’ve sought to see reason within you,
Shutting the voices of pain rising inside me, triggers of hatred towards your people.
In these years I have come to peace with your justifications,
Understood that you couldn’t careless about my survival, purposely ignorant to struggles you have inflicted.
I am just another soul out here trying to make it,
For I know struggle, I know heart ache & I know pain,
Little did I know that you could be so cruel.
But, It’s ok, in the end I will make it through the pain you bestow upon me once more,
In the end; I will be ok…