Piece
• Written by BFine
It's not easy startin from nothin
then makin your way to the top
you have to build up from somethin
they will say they forgot
Privileged and young
they got me hangin tongue
and if I speak my own thoughts
they might as well be a gun
In this world we can't make a move
Is that why people shoot?
So their guns can do the talking?
Their bullets can do the mocking?
Words shoot faster than a gun
Yet people still do their glocking
If you're wonderin who won
It was death that came knockin
Trust has been thrown around
Labels have hit the ground
They say not to make a sound
easy when you're already drowned
and someone else has been crowned
more cheep thrills than a fair ground
better pitches on the mound
smells worse than a compound
He prays on Sundays
But the irony is
that when he goes to be violent
God wishes it wasn't his
Cause as if that confession booth
can make a difference
even though no change has happened
And what really happens is what we call
the circle of life.
that cycle is sharper than a knife
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BFine
Member since March 20 2016