I'M a Man
I'm a good man, with a creative mind
My moral standards are higher than Mother Theresa
I'm a bad man, I'm a disgrace to my kind
But I’m the wave of the future and you're out of season
I’m a new man, and I am storking the castles
Of traditional life ‘cause that's not what I’m seeking
I’m a free man, with my own point of views
you'd better hioe your kids 'cause it's to them that I'm speaking
I’m a young man, but even I’m not blind
To the oppression you've caused, it has the populace screaming
I’m an old man, and I will speak my mind
But every time that I do, you call me a daemon
I’m a superman, and with my common sense
I can tell when you're lying ‘cause your mouth is open
I’m the hangman, and if I have my way
You'll do the dangling tap dance at the end of a rope
I’m a true man, and I am brutally honest
People say it's a fault, but I think it's an asset
I’m a false man, I live in my own world
I just pretent to be stupid ‘cause I know you expect it
I’m a sick man, my sense of humor is cutting
people call me a racist but my friends know I'm joking
I am one man, but if we all stick together
Our voices will echo ‘til the silence is broken
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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