I was developing some kind of leadership role in our friendship, as he wasnt to do what I wanted to do or be.
I was not aware of this, not for awhile.
My school life was boring and draft, I met the black kid named hakeem.
We was wanting to be an artist, in fact he was my only teacher I ever had.
I knew alot of black people that I liked and were friends with.
I dont know why I am who I am but Its very confusing...
Knowing that you hate a part of someone but cant hate them? My head began to throb hard.
I heard people laughin and pointing at me and I screamed "Shut up! Why are you laughing at me"?
My fisting thrusting through the air as people stared at me with contempt
I was not aware of this, not for awhile.
My school life was boring and draft, I met the black kid named hakeem.
We was wanting to be an artist, in fact he was my only teacher I ever had.
I knew alot of black people that I liked and were friends with.
I dont know why I am who I am but Its very confusing...
Knowing that you hate a part of someone but cant hate them? My head began to throb hard.
I heard people laughin and pointing at me and I screamed "Shut up! Why are you laughing at me"?
My fisting thrusting through the air as people stared at me with contempt
