When I get to my work I see many empty seats.
In the morning I lose some of my patience while during class…
All tagged Struggle
When I get to my work I see many empty seats.
In the morning I lose some of my patience while during class…
I remember…
My Dad…
I wish I were an angel,
so I could fly through the grassy plains…
I am a scared boy that crossed the border
I left when I was 16 for a better future…
I always get opened and closed
They push, pull, and bang on me…
I am a person who holds on to things tight
And never lets my mighty strength fail me…
I used to rely on the hardness and the safety it gave me until, it disappeared.
Now, I rely on my fingers who keep me safe and stable…
My place now is a sad bubble that I fill with tears.
That blue dripping on my cheek…
Hoy mi nombre es estres por que casi no dormi
y finjo ser bugabundo que vive en la casa Blanca…
Is dark like a very old mansion
Like shadows, staring at you…
I sight my frustration
I’m thinking…
Thug life, that’s what I was taught
Struggling trying to be good…
Pain and Love is where I come from
Boom Boom my heart starts racing…
There I am
seeing red and blue birds…
Today My name is Rock
like if somebody kicked me…