The Way I See It Zoan

People will always talk
Don’t matter if
They do or not
Believe in something along
The lines of God

People will feel a type of way
Its really though
Cause we ain’t the same
So why does it matter
What they choose to say

Real eyes realize real lies
I’m realizing
I’m cut from a different cloth
Ordained by the hands of God
Ima be a simp
Ima be a loner
Ima be someone who smokes up the pot

Thе way I see it
I’m existing
So might as well enjoy еxistence
The love that comes
The hate that comes
To me, it don’t make a difference
Cause the way I see it
I have the freedom to be who I want
And the way I see it
I’m too old too care about
Those who want to do me wrong