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.
