You better practice.
The alacrity with which we crawl is grievous
We aren't laughing.
We're the ******* and you can not deceive us
We envelope the view of stolen streets
and only speak
to show the fury stoked beneath the yoke
and only speak until we don't
We know that it's enough.
We know that's all it takes.
To only speak.
For us to say that you are weak
and you rely on our feet
for what's involved in your deceit
That's all it takes for you to falter.
We chew the noose and loosen halter
But once the halter loosens your abuses,
still within the 'blood and soil',
boil over our brims and filter fire out
Contain us or try.
It won't matter.
We know the saints and the lies,
and you'll get fatter.
And you'll be food for the flies
and we won't choose to abide;
to let the bruises subside.
We're unhinged in every way we know can chew you inside.
It won't be talking.
We know that it's enough to scare you
But your fear won't be enough to spare you.
i act like i'm something special
when we all know nothing is
and the people sit there and they judge me
for the all stupid **** that i did
but I've woken up sweating in jail cells
sick from all the DTs and shakes
and i watched the woman i loved
leave a week before our wedding date
and i can remember the first time a pig
put his gun against my ******* head
said "make a move you ******* ******
and i swear to god that i'll shoot you dead"
i've seen more friends than i care to remember
passed out with needles in their veins
i've wept beside to many grave sides
to ever wanna go that way
i've shredded my throat since i was twelve
smoking a minimum two packs a day
and even at my very worst
i still can't bring myself to pray
i've lost far too much in this world
for someone whose not yet twenty five
all i can say at the end of the day is
"though i may fail at least i try"
so i sit back and let people judge me
cause they don't know the **** i've been through
and i'll keep saying i'm something special
even though we all know its not true
— The End —