I got this feeling inside
That I'll try to explain
It's like runny bare foot
Outside in the pouring rain
I could go sit down
And think about it for days
It's like a 30 person argument
It could go so many ways
I love this feeling
But sometimes it can hurt
It's as hard as getting a mexican
Or black person to work
I'll never give it up though
This feeling is my life
It's like a war in my head
A never ending strife
It's like I wanna know the extent of the feeling
But it's like I know I won't
It's like everybody else wants it to end
But I know I don't
Do you know what it's like?
"It's as hard as getting a mexican
Or black person to work"
what's up with that? mexicans come into this country to work and black people are no lazier than white people.
I so don't get what's going on.. and I think I like it that way..