Voyage of a Black Girl

Just Sayin/I Tried

I'm more of an old soul
With an old score

Too burnt out to even care now
Looking like a fair now

A circus full of clowns, not to be bound

They gotta live, they gotta breathe

It might sound crazy but they got cease-too far, too high

So fly
Fly little bird become a star
A star so bright I might bite

Unbitten but rewritten.