Sunday, January 20, 2008

And You Are

Frustration settles in my soul
Seeing people that succeed with no souls
You have direction that redirects like the wind
Silly women, silly men
While people of purpose fail
People with respect trail the pack
You blend instead of standing out
Would not know what is right
From the fallacy presented on reality TV
You made it but for what
And you are quite foolish
Missing the clown makeup
Frustration re-fires in my soul
Grow up, grown up
Peep real game and emulate
Because the game you push is a disgrace
You don't know much
Information lacking
Class-less and attacking me
Silly women, silly men
Replace, upgrade, maintain

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