I admire the dark skinned fellow
who chooses to wear yellow
when everyone else is into black

Holding on to what he believes in
although others grieve him
they cant take that

Everyday he walks upon a crowd
with a carmax coated smile
when deep down
he knows he hasn't truly smiled in awhile

Doing this to try to hide the fact that his world's being tore down
by the problems that grow day by day like antpiles
Everyday they multiply by propagation
im talkin augmentation
lets try and keep it basic
everytime he walks past the mirror he has to fact it

Chased a dream his whole life long
but when he sitback and looks back his whole life's gone
Wrong

They say is a spirit worse than a crackpipe
just unexceptable but everything else is alright

Meanwhile his friend learn how to accept his love for loud colors
althought they worry wonder
bout how much stress he's under

Noticing that he's really good at sports and his choice of words
moms hitting him with curves
his heart dented like a curb
placing his feelings on reserve

Shit, he damn near lost it
mouth leaking like a fossit
trunk loads of heavy pains he gains bigger than albatrosses

You'll never guess how much qrief he get about that t-shirt
how many times a day he gets thrown in thee dirt

For that shirt ...

He'll cry

lay down and die

right hand high

turn a blind eye

Never...

fake his love

Never...

forsake his love

Never...

at least that way no one could ever take his love....

Thats why i admire the dark skinned fellow,wearing the yellow shirt stained by diathesis
But what is under there is questionable because no one has ever seen it