Out of my hands
It's out of my hands Like a kite on a windy day, Where a glorious smile turns into a frown almost instantaneously. It's out of my hands Like being in public on a rainy day When I left home it was sunny , till Dark clouds assembled and took The hay Hey, there comes anger, and frustration wondering what Happened to my day It's out of my hands When the consequences for the gangsters are directed at me. He lives carelessly but karma free And my one wrong move I have to pay a karma fee ? I plan thoroughly, Only to have life dictate autocratically. My plan had a house and a wife at 25; I'm almost 25 and I've sent more applications out than a typical embassy receives annually. I'm black, running the race for a white color job, But it's out of my hands.
