There is no way out.
you were born to waste your whole life not being in the clout.
I spent weeks and months making the suburbs my home when I was a child for a whole summer at my aunt's house.
There is peace in the air,
but there is no one to glare.
There is boredom all in the streets and areas.
There is no affaire,
There is no friend to create and communicate with a stare.
I tried to make friends here,
but there is no one to beare,
people here just want to stay to themselves and not to adhere.
Too much space,
Too much quietness, and
Too much emptiness
going on in the isolated place.
Where is my people?
Where is my color?
Why don't I see anyone that looks like me?
Why is there only white people in this place?
Lord, take me back to the streets where I once stayed.
Take me back to the hood where I first played.
Take me back to the loud creeps and peeps.
Lord, take me back to that place I first layed in the deep.
Lord, take me to the loud church,
Where my people shout and praised your name in the dirt.
Lord, Take me home,
Take me back to the city where I first known,
My birth place is where I was meant to be,
Lord, take me where I belong,
Take me to the place where there are more colors than white,
Take me back to the home where I know is right.
Living in the suburbs can be lonely and depressing when no one is not on your side.
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