Sometimes Moving Isn't Fun

Sometimes Moving isn't fun. I used to enjoy it Not too long ago. But since the time is trying to stop It's going to break the flow. My life is a mess when too much Is going out my door. I don't believe I have time enough To clean up my littered floor. Sometimes moving isn't fun. I'm going to college Far, far away. Didn't think it would have bothered me this way. My dad wants to move Because the blacks are still around. I don't give a fuck on who's here Cuz I want my family to stand it's ground. Sometimes moving isn't fun. I don't wanna come back To some clean, airy home. Cuz if it isn't my house It's like using a contaminated, ugly, filthy comb. Now, I don't want to sound like a bitch Because I sure don't believe I am, But sometimes it's hard to move When things aren't settled down. They hate this lovely town, Because it's a bad influence To their son (my brother) But I've got to say this and I've got no choice, Because moving sure isn't fun. Not one bit.