Indifferent

This was a rhymezone that once belonged to me, completely
Then it distorted and became what I didn't forsee
A lost soul without directions, always complainin'
Always bitchin' 'bout my fucked up life in my writings
But the days just went by and the years just flew by
I couldn't see myself goin' further with these rhymes
Black music, they call it.. Huh it ain't that simple
Because nobody understood what I used to scribble
And nobody felt the way I felt about it
People always sayin' 'ah, I went thru' the same o' shit'
Life gets on and on and on, don't worry 'bout it
Some day you'll look back and laugh at these same o' shit
So you see these guys liked to think they ain't worth it
But I was unlike them, I wanted to be different
I didn't want to be another one of them road side trees
Like 'em used to say, or another fish in 'da fuckin' sea