21 May, 2008

damn

lewis johns

The world was created for you
No one else just all for you
You have it all and still search
You do it all work, study, Church
Give me a goddam break
You make me so angry I shake
Quit being perfect or else
Start speaking false
No one can be perfect so why are you
How did you get that silver spoon fed to you
Try helping, at least some charity
And restore my masculinity
Your bloodline is pure
So start donating for a cure
You need people like me
Otherwise you wouldn’t be

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