Who has been called the black sheep
The one child that roams and never sleeps,
Were you the one always in trouble,
When deep down all you wanted was a cuddle,
Dont give your child a lable
Then cut them off like a cable,
There the one who lives up to the name,
So maybe it's time for you to feel shame,
They fight they steal ,hurt you and lie ,
But your the one who always crys
There fights ,there battles,that you don't see,
They're only asking why does nobody see me
Instead of the black sheep, say there part of your pack,
And let them know you will always there back,
Guide and stear them in the right way ,
Let them speak if they have something to say ,
Give good advice, and Guide them on there way ,
Let the black sheep be a thing of the past,
Have a loving home that sure will last ,
The black sheep of the family.
It's how you've made me feel, you see!
I cannot do no right from wrong.
Why can't we all just get along?
I'm often always criticized.
As well as feeling ostracized.
By those that I do love the most.
I can remember when that we were close.
An outcast out there on their own.
Sometimes can feel they're so alone.
Just adding to the whole frustration.
Whilst feeling like In isolation.
What did I do that was so wrong?
Now twisted thoughts are oh, so strong.
The fact I wouldn't tow your line.
Can I just ask, is this a crime?
The black sheep tag that burdens me.
Is something that you just don't see.
It's just a way you've made me feel.
Those feelings raw and oh, so real.
The olive branch i offered you.
Was a feeling of the déjà vu.
The fact that we've been here before.
You'd think we'd learned and knew the score!
I hope one day we'll reconscile.
The thought of this it makes me smile.
But still I wear this coat of wool.
The one that's black, because of you.
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Now this little diddy,
Makes me stand up and shout.
Let me just tell you,
what they’re leaving out.
That master got so high,
he forgot his own name.
As for that crazy lady,
what she did was a shame.
Now for that little boy,
Who once lived down the lane.
He lost all his teeth,
and has to walk with a cane.
Because Black Sheep’s wool,
is the worst meth around.
You can ask any junky,
on this side of town.
If you’re down on Fifth and Grand,
please don’t be another fool.
If you see Black Sheep coming by,
tell him you don’t want his wool.
Inside the house,
She's full of kindness.
But the true skin can't hide.
Because The Eye of Above
always watching.
And you must be careful to trust.
You'll never no your name will vanish.
Even your not an evil, but in the others
ear you are a big damage.
Keep your senses aware, observe and still stand.
I don't know what a kind of human can do this.
I feel anger to a person who still proud of nothing sense.
They earn, the lived and they hurt.
It's not like an animal but a monster living inside.
Sometimes this pattern of life seemed vague.
Fighting for your life and survive.
But still they want you to fall down.
What they want is to be at above.
Baa, baa, black sheep
Had all his wool stolen
From of his back, back, back
He put a bat man mask on
With a flash light in hand
stealthily into the master,
dame, and little boy’s home
as they slept and got his black wool back.
Among black sheep, I'm darker
Among outcasts, I sit alone
In this world I'll never truly fit
Like a square peg into a round hole
Among cats, I am the blackest
Among birds, I am a raven
The only emotions I receive are pity
Or the ones who wish to scar me even further
Among numbers, I am thirteen
Among pennies, face down
Where I go, things go wrong
All that comes to me is sorrow
My place is forgotten
My place is pitied
My place is valueless
My place is the black sheep among black sheep
Black sheep to goat
Pull out a pen & pad and please take note
But make sure the pad is thick and the pen is filled with ink
'Cause I have a truckload of information that'll make you think
This tale is not for the faint of heart
The clandestine dealings behind the veil from the very start
Who would've thought the main character would be little ol' me?
Yes. Little humble me, the black sheep of the family
Quiet vitriol figured prominently in the familial landscape
I thought it was about giving, receiving, and showing love, but I realized I had to escape
Run, yes, run to my beautiful destiny
Away, far away from dark energy
I pondered as I wandered... just reeling
Why or How could this be while I licked my wounds, waiting for healing?
But as I looked within for refuge and solace
Edifying messages from ancestral guides kept whispering, "You got this; now keep the promise."
So, the promise I shall humbly keep
Today I am the goat; gone is the day of the black sheep
I am the black sheep, the odd one out,
With faults and flaws that leave no doubt,
I'm different from the rest, that much is true,
And often, I feel alone and blue.
I don't fit in with the crowd,
And my ideas are often frowned,
My voice is silenced, my opinions unheard,
I'm ignored, neglected, ostracized, and absurd.
But despite it all, I stand tall,
And I embrace my unique call,
For being the black sheep is not a curse,
It's a blessing, a gift, a privilege, and a verse.
I march to the beat of my own drum,
And my journey is never done,
I am bold, fierce, and daring,
And my spirit is forever flaring.
So let them call me what they may,
For I know I am not here to betray,
I am a masterpiece in my own right,
The black sheep, the star, the light.
There’s an aching in my heart
Just in a little bit now Ill be ok
The black sheep constant game
Arrives and sails his sympathy in absent muse
They don’t see they are killing themselves
The sheer vanity of the boisterous corrupt fly
Phantom dreams
Just in a little bit now Ill be ok
The black sheep constant game
Arrives and sails his sympathy in absent muse
You can only seek time before it seeks you
They don’t see they are killing themselves
The sheer vanity of the boisterous corrupt fly
Phantom dreams
Merchants who sell disbelief
Dead mans soul
Black sheep free'd
Lock your intent
Learn and live
Shadows shine when with poor man's fall
Nothing but crumbled and ground
I can't live right
knowing you're not
I fight for breathe
But struggle to maintain
The pleasures of drowning
Escaping to the drawing end of pillow soft
Time would have no dissolve
My fleeting slow burn
The past is fire
The fire is burn
I might be a black sheep
In the family.
But my family
Isn't white as snow.
There hands aren't clean.
They use God to judge you.
They look down on you if
You don't have money.
Or if your look different
Then them.
They pretend to help
Only to throw it in your face.
That they helped you
Holding it over your head.
Any chance they get.
They walk around like
There better then every one.
When there not really l,
There just like everyone else.
They use God to
Make themselves look better
So they can judge everyone.
Who doesn't believe in
There way.
The flock of mine, so very proud,
I’m a dwarf in midst of them all,
for each one stands tall in the crowd.
The mental might with flair they show,
for my nature I’m jeered often,
since their line I don’t like to tow.
In their group I remain silent,
when they shout caring for no one,
even if they get violent.
My own person, I’m the odd one,
I’m branded as an abnormal.
In my candid way I’m like none.
Life for me isn’t for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been.
A deviant from manic freak,
I make the otherness unique.
The psychological intention, the diversion of the facts
The creation of a situation to erase the other tracks
Augmented argumentation the license to do anything
Plausible deniability with all the false facts that we sing
Paradigms are shifting creating a new different realm
Who is the real leader and who should take the helm
Every decision left open to another one's own devices
Leads the normal activity into a world now full of crisis
The minds of the population separately think the same
The majority of the masses can not win this chess game
So cattled up all together following the herd one by one
The black sheep are the future but for now we're on the run
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They say
‘Black sheep rebel.’
I look down draw an X;
This will be the line that I cross,
all day.
Life is a debt,
One needs to abate;
Followers, they are right,
Aggressors, they will be guided.
In a family, The Black Sheep
The cleaner ones forces to weep
With acts that make the skin creep
And they wish they'd put him to sleep...
Black sheep with his embarrassment
In the public fullest harassment
Of his Famous Hero Brother;
All he knows of the same mother...
"See, I need your car key, right now
And if I can't, say " Why" and "How"...
I should you on your white shirt grip
And apart the same white shirt rip!
Black Sheep as long lasts as Tortoise
For the sake of Satan' s purpose.
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