Due to the facts your words are constantly contradidcting
I might be young but my thoughts are out of your jurisdiction
My intentions mean well but pain instantly inflicting
Words can hurt to the point where it feels like an incision
There's something I'm missing life is so in the distance
In an instance someone unfortunate could lose their vision
With precision I keep on writing until I'm drifting
Got the vision and focus of someone sitting in prison
I'm gifted the weight on my shoulders has been lifted
But victim to a system that keeps refusing to listen
Children will tell you what you want to know if you'll listen
But they won't if they get the feeling of an instant conviction
No snitching is the policy faulted for some of the killings
Protection is needed for witnesses and victims but no one is willing
Get good grades and graduate is what everyone is instilling
But it is of no use if there is ignorance to the money system
My heart is gone my head is up in the ceiling
My head is high in the clouds somewhere flying like pigeons
My talent was given by the One who died and has risen
You don't have to believe me it was written in scriptures