Those eyes, they were of the weak men
I felt them on me
Judgmental and insecure
Even though they knew I would succeed for sure
Those eyes, they were too sparkly
I felt them on me
But how were they so deep and dark inside?
When I looked at them,
Why did I think that they never lied?
Those eyes, they were of the gossip queens
I felt them on me
Constantly interfering and peeping
Into my life
I never understood
What was their strife?
Those eyes, they were of a stranger
I felt them on me
Trying to picture me
Into their fantasy world
They portrait of being gutsy
As their abuses hurled.
Those eyes, all of those eyes
They were of this society
Of this community I belonged,
They were you and me, this world
Where wrong always prolonged.
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