Each day I try to be a better man than I was,
but sometimes I think that that’s not in my blood,
‘cause my father was a soldier, his daddy a pastor,
but neither were great men.
And when I focus on all my mistakes,
I realize the grass is greener ‘cause it’s fake.
You know my mother was a soldier; her mother a housewife
but neither liked their life.
The world get’s more confusing as you grow older,
but things fall into place as you get over,
the grudges you’ve held since you were young.
Sometimes, my head, it baffles me so,
but I’m learning to enjoy the highs and the lows,
‘cause my sister’s bipolar; the other is recurrent,
and I guess I’m those things too.
And we all failed to meet our potential,
but in the end I don’t think that it matters,
You know my best friend’s a drunkard; the other a pot head,
and I love them both the same.
The world get’s more confusing as you grow older,
but things fall into place as you get over,
the grudges you’ve held since you were young.
Martin Luther King Jr. Auto-tuned (by thecoopmeister)

