: About Me

Were sitting in our houses Doing what we do day by day Post comes in by the bay We all say, "Nay, this cant be it" We pack our bags but our parents don't Their to old to fight for their rights Me and my brother get in the car Getting the final scent of our mar We arrive only to start fighting right away We don't even get a second delay A kid like myself, age seventeen Cant even enjoy my day to day life Instead, I spent my final hours fighting For something I didn't even cause Instead, I end up mounting my actions Dealing with only my last nausea Why are we fighting? We are not Slaves God h...