Forget the ones that look down on others for only running a sandwich shop
Forget the ones who abide to the standards of illusion
Realize the grief you shoot into the masses
I despise everything you are
It’s not that you’re professional
It’s what professional made you out to be
Your eyes eroded from money and alcohol
Your pride creates the shame of the humble
And nothing else pumps through your veins
the homeless, your worst nightmare, nonetheless have such a more colorful heart than yours
You’d **** us off to rule this worldless plane
If only you didn’t exist
Could we be free of this *******
What do you have to offer?
I want to know
Can u even give a needy person a hug?
So please-stay away from my life
The tools of death you’ve made
Used for protection from the innocent
I’m no better than you
But I want to try and make truth
Because we are all selfish
But selfish isn’t what we’re made into