Round Trippin

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just different

I’ve been meaning to say this for so long  

First I’m here for the sweet potato pone  

The traditional breaking of the wishbone  

I don’t want to look up one day and find you gone  

Before I have the chance too  

Still I hesitate on my way to  

Too late  

Reaching into the recycle bin  

All bald up in a wad of lies  

To cushion the blow  

That use to be a lump in my throat  

I swallowed and almost choked  

Emotionally amplified

  Bubble wrap applied  

Don’t ask me what’s wrong  

Why do you have your hand out?  

Why do I stand out?  

Who said I have the cheese to feed your disease  

What about mines  

I do have needs  

I have payments due

  Do I look rich to you?  

I'm not a Jew

  I'm kin to you  

Fool