Bad Guy
By their actions they don't move or talk right, the bridges they burnt in life showed me they don't live right. They wasn't familiar with living life right,
they walk in madness and point their finger at people and say that's the
bad guy, their cruel behaviors in life. They lie, cheat, and steal; they are blinded by their problems in life. There's no love in their hearts and they do not follow after peace, they are cruel people to society.
Watch them when they walk by, they hate the day you rise, the progress you have accomplished in life. Do you see those people? Did you hear about their ways? the world talk about them in life, bad guys, so many just like me. Painted pictures of images on how the world see us on the outside raise questions to the public, as many of us became corrupted, will we as people
see a change? Our eye's are open, a time has come, to remain strong and
over come the madness that got us acting out in ways.
Gun shot's bang throughout our city street's, innocent people shot down
as the shot's continue to bang. We walk in madness as we bang our fist against the walls; I speak, with rage I speak. The change of many, but the world still treats us like enemies that was long gone from our city streets.
So we give them hell, we bang our fist against the palaces doors to get what we want; the patience is gone. These pictures you painted is nothing more but a tore heart. In pieces we fall, in unity we rise back up.
Copyright © Jamad Harris | Year Posted 2020
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