It's sunny in Kansas City
but my heart still hurts
like a new tattoo
like my face in the cold
in my very first fight
it was two on one
and I have a mind
that is triggered like a gun
I have an anger
that lights me up,
puts my heart in danger
of giving up
of going cold, of growing older
my heart still feels
like a mountain boulder
it's sunny in Kansas City
but my heart still stings
like the slap of the waves
salt on the wounds
pain that it brings
but you are the bedrock
on which I stand
you are the rock
in the city of sand
my roots are deep
I will not fold
but I need a fathers
hand to hold
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