I don't read or write in metaphor.
Don't sing or dance for you.
Somebody told me one day "learn to walk" I did
I walked 100 thousand miles or more, I guess I did
Then I was told to look at things and read some things,
I did
I read a million pages, wrote thousands myself, I did...
I had my art, my sex, my class. What I had became all of me.
Because I listened hard and learned real hard I became just only me.
Somebody told me to follow this world
there I drew the line
Not following into Hell I said, and then I became myself.
I did your drugs, your prison time, laid myself out on the floor.
Woke one day and decided once that the end was mine to choose.
Now I stand reported now for not being one of you?
Ass-Holes, you tried to kill me then!
What should I have chosen?
No drugs, no laws broken now, the world still at no peace.
Now I blame you and all of you because I'm not part of your game.
I stand alone, might fall alone but no bargains you get from me.
I'm just myself but finally myself and you can kiss my dead ass when it ends!!!!
Monday, June 22, 2009
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