Blinded by Regrets
By Steven L Herring
You ain't woke
You're a joke!
Walkin' around with
one eye closed
and a stick in the other
You're supposed to be my brother
but you mope around
like everything's wrong
and cut the tongue
out of the mouth
of your own mother
You're a cancer
fighting against a cure
Cutting down Osimandius
with a blow torch
refusing to recognize
his death as final
The sand was all that was left
but you dredge it up
while hiding your
true intentions all the while
What's the harm?
You ask me to fall in line
I got a little bit of chalk left,
so I draw my own
to avoid your land mines
Your a disaster
and I'm a commotion
that stirs it up better
than the roughest of oceans
Cancel me not already
doctored up by censors
Keep the truth steady
and the history for mentors
I only got one question
before the judge calls for recess
When will you let go of the past?
At this rate, America will never last!
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Blinded by Regrets
By Steven L Herring
You ain't woke
You're a joke!
Walkin' around with
one eye closed
and a stick in the other
You're supposed to be my brother
but you mope around
like everything's wrong
and cut the tongue
out of the mouth
of your own mother
You're a cancer
fighting against a cure
Cutting down Osimandius
with a blow torch
refusing to recognize
his death as final
The sand was all that was left
but you dredge it up
while hiding your
true intentions all the while
What's the harm?
You ask me to fall in line
I got a little bit of chalk left,
so I draw my own
to avoid your land mines
Your a disaster
and I'm a commotion
that stirs it up better
than the roughest of oceans
Cancel me not already
doctored up by censors
Keep the truth steady
and the history for mentors
I only got one question
before the judge calls for recess
When will you let go of the past?
At this rate, America will never last!
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