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wrote on 4-8-07 By: LeVae E. Jones
OutKast
I'm in a league of my own, so no one can join my team,
people will always hate me, and try to crush my dreams.
The city I used to live in, considered me a threat,
had an obsession with fire, that I now put in check.
I call myself an outkast, because I'm always isolated,
and the way I lived my life, that's what my family hated.
I tried to be a good man, and make mom's proud of her son,
letting her down, having me regretting all that I've done.
I have internal problems, that lurk around my mind,
to where I can get no justice, plus that lady is blind.
When I fell down I could find no one there to help.
I started running and I was running from myself.
I'm my own enemy, my anger always gets the best,
but all that will cease, when I'll finally be laid to rest.
At times I really try to face all my fears,
and every time I do, I feel nobody don't want me here.
As an outkast, I gotta always be strong,
dust myself off after I fall and finally move on.
I go back and ponder about how I used to be,
I'll definitely do things different, not facing strike 3
why am I an outkast, is it because life is a game?
Or is it because I'm a threat, because they hate the flame?
I'm really a nice guy, but they say nice guys finish last,
so I'll continue to live my life, and continue to be an outkast.
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