I’m tired
Tired of wishing for change
Tired of fighting for change
And as I fight for one or two changes for POC
It feels it drifts further off into the horizon
I’m tired
Tired of wishing for love
Tired of fighting for love
All the while feeling like Rose Royce
Is my only answer, my only choice
I’m tired
Tired of wishing for logic
Tired of fighting for logic
All the while staying young broke and infamous
Welcome to forever
I’m tired
Tired of wishing for open eyes
Tired of fighting for open eyes
Foreyes are the prescription to the mass conviction that nothing ever changed and nothing ever will
With Revolutionary Love 