SOMETIMES I CRY

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    SOMETIMES I CRY

    SOMETIMES I CRY
    THINKING OF A LIFE OF TEARS
    IN AND OUT THE HOSPITAL FOR ELEVEN YEARS
    TEASED AND MADE FUN OF BY MY PEERS
    NOW WHY YOU CANT LOOK IN MY EYES WHEN I WALK BY
    WHO IN THE HELL SAID A MAN AINT SUPPOSED TO CRY
    I BELIEVE THE ONLY WAY I CAN REST IS AFTER I DIE
    AND YET THEY EXSPECT ME TO KEEP MY HEAD IN THE SKY SO HELL YEA SOMETIMES I CRY ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE SOMBODYS HERO BUT TO MOST PEOPLE ALL I AM IS JUST A NEGRO THEY ALWAYS SAY IM TRYING TO DO SOMETHING WRONG AND THE TRUTH IS I AM THE BETTER MAN ALL ALONG SO THINK ABOUT IT YALL BE THE ONES WRONG JUDGING BY THE WAY I TALK THE WAY I DRESS AND WERE IM FROM JUST BECAUSE I REPERSENT THAT SMOKETOWN DOSENT MEAN IM PACKING A GUN SEE YOU YOUR LIVING A LIFE OF LUXURY IN YOUR EYES IM LIVING A LIFE OF POVERTY SO I GUESS THAT MAKES IT COOL FOR YOU TO JUDGE ME SO HELL YEA SOMETIMES I CRY

    NOW IVE BEEN WALKED OVER LOOKED OVER LIKE IM NOT THERE SO YOU TELL ME WHO IN THE HELL REALLY CARES IVE BEEN THROUGH TO MUCH FROM STRUGGLE TO HURT SHYT GOT SO DEEP I WAS TEN FEET IN THE DIRT WERE COMING UP BUT ITS STILL FULL OF STRESS MAMA SAY I CHANGED BUT AINT NOTHING CHANGED BUT MY ADDRESS I REMEMBEER WHEN WE STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE WE COULDNT AFFORD NOTHING BUT BREAD AND PARTY TIME ILL LOSE MY MIND REMUNISING ON THE PAST TIMES IVE BEEN UP IVE BEEN DOWN WITH NO UTILITIES AND HATAZ STILL WANNA HATE I KNOW YOU FEELING ME FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST STILL GOT NO CASH HATAZ WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HANDLE MY FORCAST YOULL NEVER KNOW THAT IVE BEEN THROUGH THE RAIN CAUSE I STAY CLEAN AND DRY NEVER SHOWING MY PAIN AND I KNO THE UPPER CLASS STEREOTYPING IS WACK CAUSE OF THAT HUNDREDS OF BROTHERS WILL NEVER GET THEY LIFE BACK AND ITS YALL JOB TO PROTECT AND SERVE BUT SEEM LIKE OUR RACE DONE GOT KICKED TO THE CURB SO HELL YEA SOMETIMES I CRY

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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