We weren’t given a handbook or guide,
So the mistakes I made I’m chalking it up to living.
I grew up without a father to teach me,
So I didn’t know what a man was.
I just adapted to my surrounding.
Dreams and illusions of floating around gentle like a feather in the cool breeze,
But in reality I was blind behind the wheel driving.
After I mastered my lust and passion,
I stopped failing and crying,
Wiped my eyes then started flying!