Jacob Bryant

Wrong

I'll never be the same, breaking decency
Don't be a tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots
I've been humming too many words
Got a weak self esteem
That's been stomped away from every single dream
But it's something else, that brothers face
Keep it all inside, until we feel we can unleash
I think that you made it up
I think that your mind is gone
I think you shouldn't glorify - Now your wrong!

You and me are here alone
Face flat along the edge of the glass
But I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of (- definitely NOT 'thugs')
My parents made me strong to lick up that glass
So why should I try, act like I'm real pissed off
With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell
Your punk as* made it up
And your fu**ing mind was gone
Should've never glorified - Now your wrong!


Shut up you don't know me, shut up you don't know me
Squeal like a pig when you pig fu**in', pig fu**in'
Ape! ! !

Well I'll tell you about my smoke stack
What's coming back jack we'll turn back
Curse for in their words, Tell them that you fucking heard
I mean, they know that's what's coming
I thinking 'bout something naughty, and won't tell anybody
So thinking of me by now but you go grab it
I'd like to think, for who I am and shit, I belong where they be
'Cause we can not get back those lives
We exist to cease - understand
God hates black shades and all the players
Mr. P.I.G. could I fu**in' see
Sure already done crushed all of my brothers dignity
And to the jury, carry no turners
My skin is colored
Does that mean I'm burnt?
'Cause your punk ass made it up,
Your fu**in' mind was gone
Should've never glorified - Wrong!

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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