I write..

They asked, "Will, why do you write?" -Because of my struggle, because of my fight and the yelling/screaming I hear at night for the same Micheal Jordan took flight same as the theory why the sun is so bright and somehow in hard times, I find the might to get my through and persevere despite, lonely times in the clouds when i'm the only kite. And when I mess up, It's fang never forget to bite cause people look at me weird like "why he play that?.. ain't that sport "white" ?" There's some I wish I had like a little more height or to be a better son, maybe I just don't fit his type but I can't complain, I'm alive, and I know I see the light Cause I'm headed down the wrong path, behind bars/ wearing stripes trying to see the big picture, bad eyes, no sight like a tree trying to bare, but the fruits not ripe so my only refuge: this paper and pen, I hold tight It's better than doing something wrong so I guess it's right So if your ask me, I'll simply tell you... "It's just something that I like"