Ucla Psyche

You have seen the damage fights can do You heard sirens passing you Yet still you raise your hand in haste Cause the claims you made can't win debates Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted Perhaps you need the feelings of your trusted. You say I'm good but my talent reeks The words I say don't match my speech You cannot hear, words you do not know So you judging me I will let that go My taste and yours, they do not mix And for that you think, your fists will fix Whose talent reeks whose talent speaks Whose talent knows The roads to go? Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted Perhaps you need the feelings of your trusted You will be come weak and sorry, and swear in name Yet the histories their so who can you blame I will drop my pants and bare my ass And show you sir a tattoo that lasts !