I'm no Lupe.

I'm no Lupe Fiasco,
But I'm still gonna make it through.
You could call me that crazy dude,
Can I smile or is that rude?
We could all go crazy,
Scratch our heads bald,
Just voice the things we think,
For the times we blink.
Every seconds a new movie,
Every moves a new story.
For all the characters we have,
That one who looked away,
Rushing with emotions,
Deep breathes he took.
That one with all the love,
Crying for the neighbour he never met.
Weeping with those he never knew.
Could we all just walk this same road?
Those with the generation's burden.
Keeping up with the cries of us.
For every whiny finger pointed towards us,
For every second we could cry but still go on.
I'm no Lupe Fiasco.
But I could try,
Let it be dry.
Say those words and fly,
Words that make you cry.