I crack another jot some rhymes
Time and time I wasted time
Through this anger builds and spills on my reactions
Yet it and IT; contains my rage
My encounters with others put me in a cage
Seemingly the passage is passive
Though once more everything’s a bore
I speak words of trust and she becomes my whore
How can I defile my foul ways?
Join a building and become a child again
For they say the “word” I do not know
This knowledge is some other shit
Helping hands throw the meek to the pits
Yes, help those who help themselves
How we see others go thru Hell and turn a cheek
“You’re not like me”
Live and love to scheme and plot
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