Tap. Tap. Tap. They saw a tyke.
Walking not in the way they like.
Fap. Fap. Fap. They saw a chance
To strut the victim dance.
Tap. Tap. Tap. They saw a tyke.
Everyday I wake up, to the gods I ask,
“Will the time come when I fin'lly forgechu?”
So I go on my day and put on a mask,
Hope that in my busy-ness I fin'lly forgechu.
Black pail, friend of my loneliness.
Black pail, companion for my disgust.
Black pail, horse of my wanderment.
Black pail, key to my trust.
I do not give a fuck. That's just how it is.
Your words do not matter. They're worse than piss.
Tweeting all day does not make one an achiever.
Hating on others will not make you a winner.
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