Lyrics
Some people wear colors to signify their gang
Some are independent, and say, “I do my own thang.”
Neither care, with their heads tilted and chin to the air.
Acting hard, and not giving a glance, but giving a hate-felt stare.
Their shoulders square and their fist bare, not knowing which way is where,
or even how they will get to there.
They will try to let the world pass them by,
but they know that’s a lie and feel the pain inside.
So they do their best to hide it, but no ones buying it.
They seek poison to consume and then try it.
The sex, drugs, and alcohol wants a place to reside,
or whichever abomination has found YOU for which it may hide.
It makes the consumption a habit to continue,
more addiction, seems like the venue.
And the feeling of putrid in your gut wasn’t on the menu.
but you turn your back thinking you only need you, to make it through,
but if you cant save you, then WHO?
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