Getting Back Up
The undebatable policy
I put above any pride
Is I would rather be hated for honesty
Than be loved for my lies
'Cause see, to me in these matters
It is the sanctity of battle that matters
More than my love for the prize
I wouldn't call it a code of honor
It's just a part of the code I honor
And I'll admit my loyalties tilt
I'm one of the furthest there is from perfect
That's my admission of guilt
So you can judge me to any verdict
But just like a story isn't the same if you've only heard it
And you can't teach a lesson until you've learned it
Just like creating the wheel doesn't make it real
Until you've learned how to turn it
My words were only a sentence
Until I finally served it
Got busted putting trust in the undeserving
Put in the cuffs by the bluffs of vermin
Sent to rot on the bottom without a hope of returning
But instead of losing all hope and just burning
I went deeper and touched down,
Went for and got me that conversion
And now I'm back on the attack
At the epitome of determined.
Copyright © John Mayo | Year Posted 2014
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