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There has to be a logical explanation for me
To this question my mother could not answer me
From the grave my father cannot speak
Into my life I took a quick peek before my past could imprison me
I ponder why I’m so deep in thought and speech
On certain issues and causes I fight and preach
did I vote for this man because he's a black man
did I do it because like me he writes with his left hand
you see it's me that I'm always trying to understand
like why I say the things I do and stand where I stand
where did it derive from and what is its natural origin
how did I reach this if mama didn’t teach it and daddy didn’t preach it
what did I do different from those who rode in on the same horse
of course being the oldest would mean I was the fastest swimmer
left home in November shivering like December
like a tree I too timbered but I remembered to stand back up
I have had some pretty bad luck like lightening stuck in the same place
My heart defibrillate both hands held out in it an empty plate
Cramming hard to graduate knowing the parties had to wait
On my back I held a lot of weight mama was hard not to hate
In some kind of way I had to relate to my fate holding on to what faith
I had to not complain about the pain that dug deeply into my veins
The scars it left still remain as I go deeper and the lights get dimmer
I did not drown in my own self-pity because I was the fastest swimmer
