I hear it
It's words
Very hurtful
Oh how can someone
Look you
In your eyes
And show you
what someone
Has called them up
To do
To your good natured spirit
Because they get dough
to hate on you
Why would people
Hurt you and then
Run the streets saying
I did this to this girl
Now a bunch of people
Listened to these
words of rage
which they have shown me
And want to join in on it.
They came from far and
rural areas to be apart
Of my pain.
Wow, my parents told me of
bad people like this
But who knew when they
would pass
The hate of me
would be a topic
I would even part
my lips to speak on.
Oh forgive me for
never treating anyone
as dirt under my feet
An partying and laughing
about it.
For even if you try to move
On a bunch of evil
wants to follow you
And tear you down
even if you not hurting
That one set of people
They don't get it they
to wrapped...