Girls are mysterious too me,
They say one thing and mean another,
Is there hope for a young brother,
Maybe if I understood sarcasm and was more social,
My relationship to women would be more hopeful,
I don’t know why they don’t like me,
Maybe they think I hate whitie,
I think if I don’t find a girl soon I’ll let god strike me,
It’s insane how we behave against eachother,
Hate breeds violence and it spreads like fire,
I think we all are ļiars,
We are afraid of the truth and those we perceive higher,
I am weared out like a tire,
Hope you don’t mind a crier,