Given name Shane Byron

Struggled with who I was,

Falling to pressures of being someone else

While still being told to be myself.

Raised by my mother,

Family a Surrogate to me

Never thought to be noticed by my father

She created me

In a mental sense,

As she cared for me .

Listened to my issues

Being able to overcome the reality of racism

Dry the water fall tears,

Made a man of me

Able to treat a woman with respect

While battling over if I can trust them.

Cheated on by my second girl

Cheated on my third and fourth.

Trying to understand life

By living it.

Respect all my bredgrine and them

Give ‘em pound

West Indian fo’ life

Even though I haven’t lived there

My vincy pride is in full affect

And nothing but

Not a Jammie, bajan, or a trini

Maybe consider myself granadian.

Waving the triple dia’s,

yellow, green and the blue in the air.

Always hold on to the memory of Grandpa Byron

Also known as gramps,

Lived life to the fullest.

Danced and prayed in his rest

Showering my family with his bless.

I for one am not an unbelievably religious man

I try.

I was told to understand

But I can’t live my life over the pages of a book written by

some man.

I am in control of my own destiny,

If not controlled by the stars.

Everyone has there own beliefs

Don’t be mad at me.

Understand that if u believe in something

I shouldn’t be obligated to believe you as well

But be able to have an open mind on anything.

Love should not be compromised

Still there are obstacles

People bound on religion

Not able to love who they want to love

As color, race, creed come in between.

Love only those who love you

Because those that don’t will hurt u.

Open yourself to communication