I’m Mr. Misunderstood,
Of why people are so rude,
And why my past seems stuck to me like glue,
Why are we segregated? Why can’t we come together like a crew,
There’s a lot of talking going on, but very little is true,
Life is becoming a lie, and it has you wondering where’s the truth is,
To move forward in life is easier to say than to do,
I’m Mr misunderstood,
Of why people take a good thing and destroy it like a termite does wood,
Or why we think the way where living is all good,
Everyone talks about change. I wish we would,
But until that day, I remain Mr misunderstood,
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