The Street
You had better think twice before using that knife;
You won't be protected because that guy is well connected;
You are first on the list the minute he is missed;
Want to spend your life as some hairy man's wife?
I think you ought to know you won't run the show;
You'll have to PC up from the grave he'll erupt;
I think you need to leave or for life, you will grieve;
Reliving the day when you gave your life away
In a moment of doubt you pulled your weapon out;
You bullied them around & tried to hold them down;
I want you to know they'll still run the show;
Even if they go down you won't be around
You reap what you sow as you always show;
Doing this deed still won't quench your need;
Berate and dominate when it's yourself that you hate;
Claiming that its love but truly love can't be judged
It's your mind that creates scenarios that are fake;
Maybe take a tip I think you oughta quit;
Before its too late to stop your mind rape;
There is no excuse for constant mental abuse
Stories you make up another excuse to erupt;
Then plan your attack when no one's fighting back;
You push them around & throw them to the ground;
Consequences are severe for those who instill fear
Today I have to say you can't always have your way;
Straighten up your act these things you can't take back;
Take the knife from his back and throw away your sack;
Before its too late and you seal your own fate
Copyright © Sheila Van Zant | Year Posted 2018
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