When I'm on the inside from the outside I'm still on the outside in the inside
Where my money is no good
Or I speak with a tone that's foreign to hood
Either way they expect me to be the same
And consciously here to blame
In other words they have me miss understood
A tree to few, and firewood to many
The thought alone helped me value my own being
Who would value me if I did not do that of which for myself
I betrayed myself before I had the chance to betray any being
I neglected me in the presence of others
I tried cascading stones for others
While I could never lift a pebble for myself
How could I look past what I have been craving?
The love of others?
Or the unjust love I never had for myself
By looking at the drowning clocks of others I found that the person I truly should have been engaged with all alone was me...
By any means, who else would care to reverse minutes to do the same?
An outside insider