"trying to be special" fuck you,
You're the one to judge without fact
Should I've been the selfish,
your face would be gone,
I'm walking the road of truth,
So wake the fuck up son.
There's a fuckload more to life than defending your image
The image gets old, it'll rot, diminish.
Energies on the other hand, never dies.
And I've been giving all life, no lies.
Yet you see me as stupid and kind,
Lost in your ways made you blind.
And so you wake up one day, burdened with lies,
no one believes you, believes your cries.
And you come to me for comfort,
to be helped from the you made.
WELL WAKE UP SON, how you work you will get paid.
It's that fucking simple.
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