I feel so isolated and confused
I feel physically incomplete and emotionally abused
Seems like my heart going on a pity cruise
Needs an ice-pack to heal its major bruise
I feel like my friends aren’t really my friends
Seems like they won’t appreciate me ‘til the very end
Dudes be talkin hella mess, then around and pretend
Tryna front & stunt like he better than all of ‘em
I feel that in some ugly, twisted, demented way,
I have both nothing and everything to say
I want to say the right things to just be cool
But now I think that “cool” these days is synonymous wit “fool”
Do I want to end up as just another tool?
I be like nah brah, I’m chillin in the safe end of the pool
Wanted a girlfriend who I share with and last together
Yet another side of me just wants to a shawty or two to smash whenever
Though I want to stay calm and feel free and blissful happily
I don’t want that type of bitch who be all about spending my money
I want some real niggas to chill and make moves with,
Yet most of them end up fake, talkin’ that fake shit
I wanted to be popular when I was on the football team
Now I can’t help but be bitter and mean
Whenever I’m on the scene, I’m trying to live like I’m walking on a dream
Tryna be a caked-up nigga looking to get some good icing/cream
Still cool and collected, yet aim to be more firm and strict
I refused to be deceived any further with any more of these childish tricks
Undoubtedly one of a kind, always on my grind,
Trying to get mine while trying to stay on time
Halfway thru college now, all bout this life for your boy…
UCHENNA EUGENE AMAJOYI