Three hundred and sixty five days ago
When the skies where beneath my feet and the birds crawled down the valleys
When the abundance of the earth was managed by mans self desires
And the blacks dirtier than the whites
I was only but a teen at eighteen
When the physiology of men defined their psychology
And their senseless fashion sense sensed their joviality
Just the time, just about the time when normalcy was replaced with abnormality
And wrong living became right peoples human right
I was only but a teen at eighteen
And now, now the genital organs of the soil is made open
And the earth could only take lives as seeds
With no remorse, to cause the curse to die off
Now, I wish remained a teen at eighteen
And now, the seedlings that weren't staked, has overshadowed the universe
The upside down lifestyle has become the only one
And my knees are weak enough not to change the days embedded in weeks
I could only but wish I was really a teen at eighteen
