I play with guns, illegal **** and race the police
But im afraid of you
I pull stunts most men are afraid to watch
But im afraid of you
I can stand in front of hundreds, and testify in front of a congregation
But Im afraid to approach you
I can fight somebody who's got me held up at gunpoint
But Im afraid to express myself to you
Out of shear fear that you will not accept me
For me wanting you
I fight to get next to you
but you treat me as if
I'm not there
like a feather floating in the air
Like a ghost in someone's home....
Im not there
But I'm here. You're here. We're here.
Let's be together.
