Black Sheep
I might be a black sheep
In the family.
But my family
Isn't white as snow.
There hands aren't clean.
They use God to judge you.
They look down on you if
You don't have money.
Or if your look different
Then them.
They pretend to help
Only to throw it in your face.
That they helped you
Holding it over your head.
Any chance they get.
They walk around like
There better then every one.
When there not really l,
There just like everyone else.
They use God to
Make themselves look better
So they can judge everyone.
Who doesn't believe in
There way.
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