Miss being a kid
Do you ever sit back and watch the old TV shows
I do
I sit back and reminisce
It reminds me when I could just be a kid
I wish I could have all the answers
On why they did what they did
On why it went how it went
Why you
Why me
They took you and left me
How confused must this world be
They leave the bad but take the good
There's no love in my hood
There's no love in me
But I still wish to receive peace
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