Murder By Society
Karma hit me with a powerful blow
So when I died, I died slow, but I was thankful for the K.O.
I guess I deserved it, since society claimed I earned it
No, I was never evil, because I never had a teacher to learn it
So I wondered like a newborn
And came to the conclusion that my soul is who tore me
From the reformed to the unnorm
So shall I destroy my inner-self
To satisfy everyone else?
Nevermind, i'll just be a poor poet under the bridge
Die?
According to society, I already did.
Copyright © Justin Brown | Year Posted 2006
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