Soul
I have morals, but are they morally correct?
If so to whom do they please?
I walked into a circle of veterans as a warrior,
I walked into a circle of veterans as a warrior,
But walked into the public & become a stranger.
My soul is old,
But my flesh is young.
At the retirement home the residents ask me how u doing old-timer?
I stroll into McDonalds & the employees say, whatsup my nigga?
I try to satisfy all people, but that is impossible
I've developed alopecia, so I'm losing hair.
My dysfunctional family wants me to function with them.
My lazy friends want me to do them favors.
My wife wants a husband,
How dare she want something she can't have.
My kids want a father I never had. How dare they ask for something I never had.
I have morals, but they aren't morally correct for you.
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