I'm feeling lonely. What I lack in age, I make up in understanding. I’m a young man trying to find. His way in a world he doesn’t understand. They tell me to follow the rules and law, but it knocks me with its hand. They tell me to live a certain way, but everyone is breaking the rules. They wrote the book, my future they took. Tell me who is the fool. They say I’m going to fall by my ways. I want to be justified. I’m trying to right. It’s a life long fight. It leaves me with a bruise. They love me when I’m good and hate me when I’m bad. Chastise me with penalties, payment due. Many things to keep me sad. I don’t want them to know how much they hurt me. So I bury it deep inside. It wears away at my very day, and eats me up inside. When I’m tired I want to look that way, when I am happy I want it to show. I’m a young man in this world of crime. I just don’t understand sometimes. Looking around for something to do to take the edge off things. I pack a bag. Sneak out the house, and run away from you. I have a plan. I think I do. To make it better yet. I run outside nowhere to go. I haven’t figured this thing out yet. Why must I feel I must be twice as good as the man, who holds me down? To prove my worth. To make it on this racist earth. With blood spilled all on this land. Strike out in anger, at the nearest thing. That means I don’t get along with you. My crime commit against the one closet to me. I don’t care I feel like having a fit. I won’t apologize. I can’t. I won’t, but I know you’re not the reason I’m down. I must find direction, some peace in life. Before the play is over or I quit. I work all day, and I work all night too. Still I have nothing to show. Haven’t worked out what it takes to make it. Searching for something new to know. Walk like a lion. Charge at my pray, the truth should be spoke at all times. The world is hardened in its ways. My heart is hardening too. What is your name, you sooth my pain. Tell me I want to know. I do have a few things to say and things to do. I didn’t move up to be respected; I have some place to go. I moved up to change my fate. So don’t put me down, call me a sell now, and attack just what I got. Don’t be mad. I did what you didn’t expect. No, I’m not done just yet. With the world I find. How much wasted time. I will tell you when I’m done. I’ll write a book to let you have a look, of just what I’ve been through.