You Only Write Once Slam

 

Stupid Society

 

There is a tag in my forehead

It tells what I’m suppose to be made of
It tells if I’m capable or not

It tells my limits

That is as fake as Santa Claus is

 

Oh society, you try to corrupt me

Your ride and die media tries to murder people

In fact, both of you accomplish such thing

“My boy, he was good, why did he take such decision”

-The words of a desolated mother crying blood

Its not the inoffensive fantasies and ambitions we can’t make

Are the thoughts injected by the fuckery resulted from you

 

I want to live not thinking what’s up and what’s hot

I want to live feeling accepted with what God has sculpted

I want to live without trying to make my feet fit other shoes

 

How sad, I wish you could make me someone better rather than equal

But no, you’ve got to make me have sleepless night stressing about my image

Yeah, girls do not like a guy that doesn’t dresses nicely because you have put it like that

Guess what? I ain’t changing

I’m forever whatever came out of my mother’s womb

I will take this with me to my grave