All of us do, but deny it we will
that we have a heart, or can even feel,
society as made it hard to just be a man
do I need an "S" on my chess to survive this maddness,
I'm labeled a Dog or a Nigga, one way or the other
Why can't I be just James, Robin's Big Brother,
I've loved and lost and hope to love again
I've lived and I've learned with the help of some friends,
My heart is breaking, so I write, and then I will cry
but no one will ever read this, but they'll all wonder why,
what happened, he was so sweet and would never lie
I just had to say goodbye and good riddings to "Mr. Nice Guy".
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