Don’t sing smile or speak Firm eyes hold no Mercy for the meek The friendly can go to hell And keep their kindness To their self
Still stagnant and overbearing Frowning, never caring Don’t like any sharing
Can take that attitude And shove it All that angry ******* Won’t stop me From being genuinely Me
Angry Co-worker 2**
She’s got Jesus on her tongue But the devil in her lips Heaven in her dreams But hellfire when she spits Straight from the pits Talking lots of **** That just doesn’t fit With how I am equipped So she can keep Acting like an angry sheep And I will keep being me