unsent draft messages

Sipping the devils juice, his existence is far from real to me
Legends of faith, warriors of God its all just so surreal to me

I followed the same passages how did i get lost along the way?
When I needed help, I was told to kneel and pray

My complexion is perplexing, which shade is my own?
Stand with whites, stand with browns or do I stand alone?

Lies are my comfort, they hold the world above my shoulders
Inevitably they will kill me, their weight bears down like boulders

Smiles of my loved ones and harmony in my mind
One or the other since both I’ll never find

I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where to stand
I relate to one yet belong to another. I am no man’s land.