Script Men
Script men
Am not worried about corn men
No pressure at all
Cos I know who they are
They are never real
They got no words of there own
They are always under control
Acting up like a boss
But I know they are slaves
They got no direction
Except the one from the script
Script men
No stress at all
Cos I got no issue with puppies
How will I be moved by weak men
Men that got no dignity
Men with out say
Oh yes sir men
Yes master puppet
They don't bother my personality
Cos I could understand that
All they are and have become
Are just from the masters agenda
They always live the dreams
many wish to have
Cos all is given to them
easly just for influence
But they are saddest in heart
Cos they wish to be free
They wish one day to live a real life
But so sad unfortunately
They are tied strongly to the scripts
So if I act differently don't see me ugly
Cos my ways are from the script
Of my soul
I love the scripts of my spirit
I believe in the writings of my mind
And my life is a prove of my dignity
Instead of vanity......
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