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Mister Y
I feel like a substitute sittin' on the sideline,
Clicking every single finger waiting for the right time,
I feel like a substitute sitting handsome in my prime,
I'm about to play the game 'cause I'm running out of time
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky,
Give a round of applause for the great Mister Y
I walked all night long in the dark Just to be standing here
Only to feel like nobody I'm Mister Y am I here?
And the lights, They get stronger The longer that you have to wait,
For the honor, the honor, to be great
I feel like I'm stuck inside a race, Feel like I'm catching up,
Oh, Isaiah what a shame You didn't make the upper cut!
Feel like I'm stuck inside a race, Feel like I'm catching up,
Oh Isaiah, we're so sorry, But you didn't make the cut.
Drop your knees to the floor,
Hands to the sky,
Give a round of applause 'Cause I'm the great
Mister Y!
I walked all night long In the dark Just to be standing here
Only to feel like nobody Oh, Mister Y am I here?
I walked all night long In the dark Just to be standing here
Only to feel like nobody Tell me, why am I here?
And the lights, Made me stronger The longer that I hade to wait,
For the honor, yes the honor, of being great.
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Mister Y was originally a poem I wasn't going to publish, probably because it gave too much info on my emotional standpoint, at times. But I decided to publish it so I could have more diverse variety within my poems. Hope you enjoy!
Oh and P.S., Isaiah is my middle name. I like to go by that name when I refer to myself in third person. He's sort of like my alter ego. (I refer to my middle name as He)