Why should I ever meddle in other peoples affairs?
Why shouldn’t I settle for anything better?
Your choice or mine will not end this dispute
For back and forth
back and forth
back
and
forth
back
and thirds
back and seconds
back and firsts
You’re not first if you’re last
these words having a lasting impact
for a young boy with no other wishes
than to be aspired by father, loved by mother’s kisses
I was lucky and wealthy to receive this treatment
my father was kind
taught me that men could cry
My mother was smart and told me that life can be tough
but how is that fair to say when I’ve never experience those sturdy obstacles that stand in the way of the poor black boy from Brooklyn or the Latina girl who at a young age stays awake at night hearing her parents arguing, but can only worried that they’ll all be stripped from a nation that once believed that anything could be achieved that anything within the plains, valleys and lands was yours and yours because you worked for it to be yours
These endless roads of the highway leave to wonder
Why can’t I see that I’m so lucky
in one out of a 9 billion chance
I rolled the dice that struck the billiards only to land in a Texan tycoon’s mouth
I’m his teeth and this nation is his large, bulbous head that sweats the product he sells in his lovely god blessed beautiful independent nation of the Lone Star.
To think that others work doubly, triply hard to make it in a world that doesn't want them is the saddest most wrenching thought in my human skull
but still I love
I love to put it in a better term, because this world can be ruthless and unrelenting from all sides and angles
And as my mother taught me
this world can be tough
And as my father taught me
It is okay for men to cry
So I cry