Find A Way

My life a black board

I had to write an agenda

This life seem sweet ain't to sweet

Like splenda

This grass ain't green but I know it Should be greener

Applying hot pressure to the Grey Errors in my mind Stanley steamer

I wanna be cleaner

Clean me lord cause I know things Ain't the way it suppose to be

Don't nobody wanna eat fruit from A poisonous tree

And who gone stand up for me the Lord said against these evil doers

Hey lord I am

I said I will popped that red pill