I had a head full of stars,
Heart full of dreams.
In my case my courage has paid more than studies had showed.
But more fear more tears in the hearts of my little sister and little brother,
than that of happiness can show
All these incidents that has happened.
It made me a poet.
"You'll end up expelled" ,
that's what my teachers told me
F*** them,
I have gold records by the dozen
And if the sun rises once more its not a coincidence
It means someones sky is clear
For the moment I bottle up my feelings
and then I write my rage on each page
Too black to mention the black when it scratches under my Nike shoes.
Doors slamming, my brothers are locked up, our mothers on crack,
If I had the choice to go back,
I swear I would of saved those tears that night!