Days like this we bow our heads,
Having no sense of pride, they say when these heads are lifted up high, then there something they about. This means we can't see the stars cause the stars they say it have too much pride in it's wooing beauty so Devine it's illuminate the earth with it radiant cresent luring light over our head in it's shine too shinny for us to see cause right now we way too calm burden in this sorrow smile.

Days like this we don't speak a thing and it's not because our lips can't afford the words the truth is we way too dump or deaf in this hustle joy for us to speak the truth on our minds, so we bury our souls in these thoughts cause one leak of the truth that means our soul will be bury for good.


Days like this we hate this world, and it not that we have nothing to give, you see days like day we see the velvety of a shammer lie, while we bow and lied as these parolee scorn remind us that all we have is ourselves and all we know is our truth