They Judge My Friends

October 30, 2018

A noble soul

But not really at all

He proclaims the fall

Of the hypocrisy foretold

Yea it’s getting old

Revolution in two fold

They thought they hit the gold

But that stuff’s just for fools to hold

They judge a life

And what it’s worth

I see eye to eye

Or I try to I’m not perfect

All their alibis

They thought they knew all since their birth

All grew wings to fly

But these uglies were no birds

They were words

That hurt

Haven’t you heard

Their dirt

I ain’t with the herd

So stay alert

Love the Word

But no expert

Trying to make it with my friends

So what if we’re off please don’t offend

Excuse me don’t use me

I’m not much one to pretend

We’re gonna make it to the end

Not on our last strings like they penned

But thriving out of the blue

Just doing what we do

Their plans for us to fall fail

Victorious the holy grail

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