My Tone
You wake up cold
and try to break the mold
this society puts you in
grouped with those of the same skin
getting notified as the next of kin
that you have lost another
be it a sister or mother
a father or brother
another one is lost
and at what cost
to fight another mans war?
well then let me show you to the door
cuz this is my land
and id be damned
to let my plan
get ran
out the room
as we march to our inevitable doom
we might as well lay in our own tomb
Well i say hell naw
heres the line i draw
call me defiant
for your just a tyrant
who i will show no love
as i rise above
all those who said they were there for me
it was a shame i couldn't see
how fake they really be
but no more will i be fooled
or let my objections be over ruled
my voice my be crude
and my tone rude
but thats just how i do.
Copyright © Rock Island | Year Posted 2011
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