My smile is a mask to my pain that I won't let you see, I'm just a boy with demons hawking him down while just walking on the street
Deceive who? You not deceiving me hurt people hurt people we attract who we are. I'm just trying to vibe and take my mind to the stars, but when I'm on Earth the days start to get real hazy.
I'm seventeen, the oldest of five and the youngest on my daddy's side. So tell me what it seems. I paint the picture perfect, but it ain't what it seems. I wake up and wish it all was just a dream.
Now stand firm don't cry young one just let your flame burn
You watched it all unfold and you protected them;
That's the role you played.
You held it down, you didn't let anybody break your courage, so when this isn't mentioned anymore in crevices of time you will have emerged victorious
So stand firm young one stop masking your smile and start parading around cause you've earned a different type of peace, well that is what I think at least.
Stand firm, young one.
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Unheard: They Hear Me, But They Not Listening
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