Food 4 Thought

Class is in session
I use this music to move through these years of adolescence
When peers was at a distance and family was missing
All I, had in possession was overwhelming depression
Had to hide away my dreams from even me
Back then when this music was the only thing feeding me
When happiness of others used to feel like they teasing me
Like why they get to smile while my problems been eating me
Like do y'all got the decency bring me back like an EMT
Next to blow like a TNT but like nobody seeing me
I'm stuck inside this dungeon I ain't talkin bout D&D
Drag these skeletons out the closet I'm finally free to be
Who they said that I would be, or said that I should be
Since back when we was puttin back packs in the cubbies
I dream about a life of success it's so lovely
The pain of everyday stressing wouldn't be on me

On my shoulders I shrug it you either hate it or love it
The underdogs on top they couldn't win it or cover
The spread is food for the soul, i let these fools get ahold
Of some of this wisdom accumulated while out on the road
I know some people had grew to hate it they changing they tone
I know some look at this pure amazement and say that I'm cold
I know some look at me dead in my eyes and lie somethin bold
I can't lie I did the same too I reap what I sew
I pray I never let go, grip on humanity close
Ain't in my nature to quit, I guess the man in me knows
Then again women in my life they played a leadership role
So who am I to say that line when I seen just how it goes
I pray I keep in line with what I hold true in my heart
I pray the listeners can see just what I put in my art
I pray I finish with the same fire I had in the start
I pray they know this really me and I ain't playin a part
Look, its Sef



Credits
Writer(s): Iosefa Masalosalo
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