Stop Stealing My Writing
I'm not kidding
When I write
about my pain
What.
You want to
steal it from me
To make your own profit
How sick of you
To prey apon the hurting
Knowing great art comes
from adversity
as wounds seeping raw
bleeding
Next thing I know
I'll hear my lines
in your song
the very thing that
you stole from me
I'm getting my lines
noterized before
you take from
me again
shame on you
aren't you
already rolling
in your millions
or has greed
gotten ahold of you
Remember
my true God is
watching you
and he doesn't
give out pardons
for Judas who
stole from the poor
to feed his own needs
for GREED.
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