Who ever stays around

Who’s promise to have my backcan’t see them from the ground

Because i was alone in the attack.

I don’t need an army

gang, mob, troops, allies,

bodyguards, or guns to help me

I’m still kicking,  despite all the lies.

i always know who’s faking

mostly all whom I hear or see

are the ones stupidly taking

but i’ll steal who they’ll never be.

you’ll shut your own mouth

and look the other way

you’ll pretend you see nothing

when i finally ignore all you say.

what a shocker to most

that it’s not cash, cars, or a ring

which makes me fight these ghosts.

I simply learned to hate while I sing.