That's Sum Bull

Pause Now go back to living Like my dad did on rice and grits Lost many and gained few to none new buddies I don't call them friends Trust and depend on them first To rip apart my back and front Faithlessly pray for ointment to smear over my shame Constantly reminded that tears and blood shed strength While holding your emotions just shows the extent Of Your stamina and endurance protecting the air Serving as your source of spewing bull disguised as truth Take your words and cover those back and front wounds Stop carrying your own burdens and share it with the world that currently loves lurking