What the fuck do you know about me?

What the fuck do you know?

Who the hell are you

To say? To choose

For me, 

What you do see.

A skinny black kid?

You see A Pair of Glasses?

You see -

A weekend heart but a bright and early  

Monday mind?

With the Sun raised through Glass

Beat bright as the rays do pass through?

I'm -

Sorry...

Is that what you didn't see?

See, a weakened Heart,

Beat and raised,

Preached and prayed through Sunday's

Soul -

Someday, will be the day for that Heart;

Someday.

But I'm... I'm Sorry... So sorry...

That you didn't see

what you didn't see.

Me.

Maybe, it could be, because you couldn't

See through

Another Pair of Glasses...

But I am Sorry,

Sincerely,

For not showing you -

Sooner than Later.