Murder By Society

Karma hit me with a powerful blow So when I died, I died slow, but I was thankful for the K.O. I guess I deserved it, since society claimed I earned it No, I was never evil, because I never had a teacher to learn it So I wondered like a newborn And came to the conclusion that my soul is who tore me From the reformed to the unnorm So shall I destroy my inner-self To satisfy everyone else? Nevermind, i'll just be a poor poet under the bridge Die? According to society, I already did.