Class Poems and Lyrics
I was a boy with a problem,
I remember when I met you in Autumn,
I heard that you truly didn’t care,
I saw you walk away from there,
I worried that I’d never see you again,
I thought I poured you down the drain,
But I want to change.
I am a crazy rapping white boy,
I think of the world like a big toy,
I need my music to be heard,
I try to forget you plus 3 words,
I feel like I repeat to lose myself,
I forgive you boo, I’ll put you on the shelf,
Now I can change.
I will be a musician at art,
I choose to do the right thing from the start,
I dream I will be on stage for the world,
I hope one day I can spin the Earth twirled,
I predict only great,
I know now, that I can carry my own weight.
I will change.