I am from war, war with myself
War with people I love
War with those around me
War from where I stand today
Where do I stand?
I stand in a wet puddle with fear in emotions
Grew up poor from shelter to shelter, till Mama got enough money
Through abuse and running away made me the strong person today
I still struggle at the age of fifteen being in and out of the system
Been through some ^&*( that’s hard to explain
Time after time I finally know what I want in life, that’s to not %^&* up and be better than what I was raised and taught in life.
But where I stand . . .
It’s gonna take time to figure it out and get things right.
So if you ask me where I stand I’ma tell you I am at war with life.