Sick Twist
(Talking to the mirror)
I done just about had enough of you,
I know what's coming next,
so get it over with quick, will you
I'm not giving up my lunch money again,
and no more of your homework gets done by me
Today is my personal holiday,
starting today, I'm living bully-free
(Down at the schoolyard)
Ain't got nothing for you today,
aw, you don't like the sound of my words
Them days are over and through,
so give me what bullies love to give nerds
I don't mind that you're a girl,
and that you got things at home troubling you
You look so mean when your cheeks turn red,
now go on and do what you gotta do
Ball up your fists, and be the sick twist
everybody say you are,
and give me the beating your daddy gave you
Are you ready to give me a knuckle kiss,
you're itching to so far,
give me the same puffy lips your mama gave you too
Aw, I hurt your feelings ...
remember now, bullies don't cry
Just gonna have to keep it all in,
and tell yourself over and over the same lie
That your parents love you,
they just show it in a different way
That they're gonna treat you better
when you get well one day they say
But this ain't about you,
today is my holiday
I'm no longer your whipping boy ...
now are we gonna fight,
or are we gonna play
Look, I wanna be your friend,
help you deal with the pain in your life
I can see you're twisting in the wind,
ain't nobody ever treated you nice
So you can stay a bully if you want to,
but your days of beating on me are through ...
I don't believe you're a sick twist,
I may be wrong
Or else why did you swing your fist just now,
and purposely miss?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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