Sometimes I wish I were a bird
So I could fly high and yell, scream, laugh, cry
Get closer to the heavens and ask why
Why is it so damn hard to get ahead
I need them now, why are all my people dead
If I smoke enough weed will the pain go away
Or will it be there when I come down…anyway
This life is a bitch, but I don’t want to die yet
I have mountains to climb, I have to burry my fret
Just like Miles, I feel kind of blue
I write in red, is that ironic to you?
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