stranger

finding my self

I awake to the smile of an angel, I the thug with pain an anger, it is me, I feel but the mirror says stranger, I hold you in my arms to keep you away of danger, but you look in to my eyes as if, I’m the stranger, as a father you see I’ve changed thou thoughts of my street dealing days, have me trapped in a daze gangsta ,so when I walk from the mirror “you” you find the stranger because now I know the art of being a man could be know plainer.