I am sick and tired.
I am sick and tired.
Sick and tired of shots misfired.
I am sick and tired.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I am sick and tired .
Of being misjudged
Being misjudged and misunderstood.
They call insane what they do not understand,
They stab me in the back, because I am black
Well you know, the dark kid is back
The black child is back in black
He does not lack
He got it all.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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