we remain strong

do you ever just feel out of place like youre lost sitting around all the time its just a waist i cant wait to leave here go up north croc country is the norm my life is like a cyclone thunderous like the eye of the storm im getting lost in my own thoughts what more could i say im in great form i really hate the cold im from up north we love the warmth and i finally leant to read between the lines im having trouble believing youre lies the devil is in your eyes my hand is rubbing up and down your thighs im going make sure your mine but your way out of line its time to drop a dime my favorite colour is lime to be this good looking is a crime im on top of the world im about to take flight and in the dark i am the light .my grandparents were black but i am white, stolen generations ,my nan was taken away from her family because of the color of her skin just something we had to go through its not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of fight in the dog my nan had spent 18 years locked up but we will never forget they tried to break us from the the inside out we remain strong and still our future remains bright im heading for the stars i dont need eyes the constellations point me in the right direction till im out of sight and we know our rights my nan was blind but no one ever tried to help her how rude and she still lived till 89 she must of been strong she passed her wisdom down the line to my mum and so on at least i know where i came from i have a love for the land its in my heart and it lives on