Left in this mist I search for her kiss Knowing that shes miss Shes speaks of my lips But Im more than this I scutter, thanks i know i lisps Maybe if my name was Chris Characterized by a stereotypical list My heart was already dismiss Ignorance cuts me with a dis? I guess i should be piss But seen by color im judge amiss Life is hard as it is so why assist I close my eyes with clench fists But wait im loved so i stand bliss Hold my hands & ignore the hiss Ill protect you, like my little sis. Reach out i insist.