Crazy

Crazy how you’d give a nigga yo last

 

Take a bullet for his ass but he’d be quick to put you in his past 

 

Questioning your loyalty like why you even gotta ask?

 

 

Crazy how they’ll be quick to call you crazy & say you were never loyal

 

When you’d get down on your knees like a peasant & treated them like they were royal

 

Crazy how they forget all the good deeds you’ve done for them but remember the bad

 

Had to broadcast my pain put in a newspaper ad

 

Crazy how they can make you feel so high then make you feel so low

 

Actions speak louder than words & the hate you give is beginning to show

 

Paint a picture for em they still couldn’t see my pain

 

Mental terrorism got stress on my brain

 

I deserve a peace of mind & heart

 

Everybody wants to feel like they’re sane

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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