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A Warning

Do you know what you sound like? Do you listen when you speak? It may work well on others, like the dumb and the weak

But beware of the rest, the intelligent and strong, we have no time for games and we won't play along

This is a poetic attack, this is a verbal smack...

To be considered as fair warning. Not everyone is so feeble, not everyone shall be ignoring

 

The lies may be sold to the hungry, the poor or the cold Those desperate enough to believe whatever their told

The timid ones maybe, or the insecure group, may be looking for someone to lead their troop

With them you may just have a shot, to get away with the bulls**t without getting caught

 

But cross over the line, into territory unknown, where you're expected to carry the weight on your own

And your tricks and your threats will only provoke, the anger of those who think you're a joke

We take it personal because it's insulting to think, you thought of us for even a moment, as the weakest link

 

It's a sad world we live in when one has to explain... Why people are unable to f**k with their brain

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Mar 6, 2013
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