Misunderstood

The beginning of time -- I worked hard for every dime. I stayed to myself kept my head down low and moved along.

I wasn't in anything that didn't feed my soul, the pain of being misjudged took its toll.

I'm misunderstood in many ways - why I don't come out to be played, not speaking to many only a few -- that means my news of my death didn't amused.

I was never approached to talk -- just looked over like I was a cockroach hiding in the shadows, life through me for a loop -- like a bag of shit no one wanted to scoop.

I'm misunderstood by the way I walk, talk, stand and everything that no one understands. I'm misunderstood by a world that doesn't want to listen to me or speak in terms of

them into understanding.

I'm misunderstood no matter what I try to do -- in this place of uneducated in the platform of education.

I'm Misunderstood

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PV