Why Me, It Had To Be Someone
you've fallen and you can't get up
life seems to be colder on the ground
maybe you had a helping hand
or perhaps she just stuck out her foot
and helped you tripped down
with her head turn to the side
and a little, I didn't do it grin
now flat on your back
and your ass is cold and wet
your thinking
what we must all think
Why me
how could this happen to me
did I write it that well
did I phrase to hell
was it sang to the mill (million)
Why Me
why the hell me
did on going physical poverty know of your plans
did inducement of hunger play her role
with your scheming schemes
of miss using and abusing
for a greater good
bullishness never seem to say
slavery in such a better way
so why me?
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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