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My spine just squinted and my eye is weak I can't find peace in a form of speech My views change color red hot, ice cold Black ain't a color happiness ain't gold It's hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free It's hard for you to understand if you can't feel me I ain't in a western in a way I can grasp I try to hold on to something that is fast If something is a way of saying you don't know Then a name is just a way of being visible My name is someone junior Who is my dad Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she's all that And a bag of crypt I'm a municipal and the mundane I try to keep weird keep away from the same I haven't read an outline on how to pass youth Rather than get passed I pass doobs I'm out I'm in it's hard to live in this given culture All the hers and hims All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around My heart's out of shape and my head's in a cast I try to hold on to something that is fast If something is a way of saying you don't know Then a name is just a way of being visible.... From Letras Mania