Anger
• Written by perryjames43
I hate when people tell me I'm crazy.
Or when they say I'm fat and Lazy.
Words shouldn't hurt, but those ones slay me.
I can't forget or make my mind hazy.
Instead of slowing down, I get pissed off daily.
Then I show how crazy I can be.
The joker can't even lay a finger on me.
But those people still cannot see
That the anger is a ruse
It's something that I have to use
but its become how I am introduced
I hanging from it, it is the noose
so why can they not understand
Probably cause they don't know firsthand
what I go through to contain it
it is something I cant split
You just gotta know thing or two maybe three
you better slow me down before a killing spree
because this insanity's a part of me
its my biggest commodity
I need a lobotomy
but even that wont bother me
and what's with this monogamy
how many people are on this piece of mahogany?
That about it,
I've finished my spit
it's more like a rant,
And I screamed it like a chant,
I finished strong,
so call me the champ!
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perryjames43
Member since September 21 2015