Why am I a boy?
Is it from a penis or blue colored toys
Thoughts I will destroy
"Man up, don't cry"
One thing I won't try
Is to forcefully fit in the crowd
Around the dope guys
Turns out what's worse
Is usually what's poppin'
Artificial mannerisms
Placed up in ya noggin
So be conscience
All actions have consequences
Life's about success
One shot
You've got to get
Notions in my head
Constantly stuck
Questioning the void
Advise from my elders
But it is my choice
To attempt some growth
And do what I enjoy
Seen this version of myself
Since a little boy