What the Eyes Can Read
Look into my eyes and then you will see.
Behind those bags is the person that is me.
If you want to know about me then I'll have to charge a fee.
Don't worry about the fee 'cause I know you're interested in me.
It's time to describe myself as an awesome human being.
I like to climb trees and also swim in the sea.
Grew up in the "hood" so I had to walk with ease.
Nothing on my wrist, crappy shoes on my feet.
I study in school so I can get my degree.
Gun fire at night so the "pigs" flood the street.
Bacon in the air so people try to hide and flee.
Got home safe so don't you worry about me.
Staying at Grandma's house so Momma works to feed.
Looking into my eyes is like the deep blue sea.
Darkness everywhere, so how can you know the real me?
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