complicated

, this is where the talking ends and life begins, let's start again, it's hard out here, why does it have it to be so complicated?, this is where all the conversation stops and life begins, why does it have to be so complicated?, welcome to my world where imagination kept running, sprinting and sprinting, still trying to catch up, walk into the bedroom of that only child, singing and humming, what would be his future?, a prep school graduate with a c average, but i never seemed average, i would talk all night bout being outasight, but i never kareem'd magic till i put the words to bed, and woke up the action and canned the laughter, i ain't trying to make a stand, i'm trying to fill up the rafters, explanations repeat in my mind, voices skipping back and forth like stones 'cross the pond, taking trips down memory lane don't bring pain, they be making me feel a certain way about those wasted days, and when i hear about acquaintances through old friends, i still hear they hating to no end, i shouldn't even waste my breath on 'em, 'cause if i confronted 'em, they'd get all choked up, and i wouldn't waste my breath on 'em, and i wish death on none except my old self, the lost kid who thought he was owed wealth, 'cause he was so i'll, oh well,