Those that know me, For those that think
they know me. For those that see me,Wanna
be me. for those that see me, wanna beat me.
Dislike and envy on a daily or at least
weekly. for those who hate,Those who think
I cant relate.Listen well while I enlight,
Your brains just decapitate.
After every single, freaking fight.
Just how much can a person take?
How much before you finally break?
Finally snap? Finally wrap?
All you fingers around your own neck?
And just how many stabs in the back,
Can your very own loved ones pack?
Are the knives just stacked?
Ready to smack.
Ready to whack.
You dead in the back.
Copyright © Raul Gonzalez | Year Posted 2005
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