I wake up, look up and thank God for if it werent for him I wouldn't be alive .
I wash my face and feel my head with pride
Then, I hide my emotions as I walk through the walls of the "High"
I grab my morals and spread them all over my face so the world can see as i plead my case.
I am surrounded by people but no one knows im alone, the same old song
Before I return to my resting place I take my morals offf my face.
Put my pride in my back pocket
I thank God from the bottom of my soul and praise him for a day in the life of Kiana Cole.
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