Underneath It All Poem by William Mowell

I may change my hair every other day
Red, blue, green and sometimes grey
I may be a punk at times
But I haven't committed a crime

Everyone may think that I've changed
I may have left your perception range
But underneath it all
Behind this brick wall
I'm still just a man
I'm still following my plan

A redneck, a hick, a lover of all
Through the roughest weather, I still stand tall
I'm a spiritual being, a devil at times
You can see who I am, through my rhymes

I may give you hell, or bring you heaven
You can usually find me at a 7-11
I'm a fighter, a lover, and a self righteous man
I can be who you love, that's just who I am

Love me, or hate me, you can never deny
The hope that you find, when you look into my eye