Days in the East
Day's in the east where temperature changes
Faster than my mind races
Today is cold, twenty degrees
Tomorry is sunny with a slight breeze
I am from east cleveland, where the good die young and the bad never prosper
But yet i was made fun of for speaking proper
That is, until i graduated at age sixteen
I then gained new "friends" and new "family"
youngest of the class, though the greatest amongst them all
they look up to me, seriously, 200 cm tall
I came out of the struggle, my mother battling diseases
I work hard every day for her, but she doesnt know shes the reason
Whats going on my mind..
I lay in bed, and let my body unwind
I feel really tired but i say im just fine
Because Im looking at the world whispering "You'll be mine"
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