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,