You read my words
And think that you know
What lays behind
The truths of my soul
I promise you now
You haven't a clue
And you know what they say
About those that assume
But you're only making
An ass out of you.

Because you don't know me.

I'mma tell you a story
So best listen close
I'm a survivor of hell
And I carry my ghosts
An army of darkness
Guarding my back
In terms of karma
They'll surely attack
anyone seeking
to bring me low.
So best keep your silence
About things you don't know.

and baby you don't know me.
© kristy ellison flake