Roaming Ass*oles

I’m sick of being the bad one when I’m delivering the truth

Honestly I can’t take it, so why try?  It’s no use

I stay loyal to friends, pointed out who is pretend

But back stabbers and these losers, brain wash them all instead

There’s just no use because the truth is so bitter

When you don’t lie the plot always becomes thicker

Still, being out spoken is better than always chokin’

Cause holdin’ back how you feel is what makes hate provokin’

See holding back how you feel will make you kill just for the thrill

Holding back your tears will make your fears, so hard to steer

In a moment’s time, tempers become tragic

Black magic in a sense, when your anger is so intense

You say shit you don’t remember, you do things you don’t recall

When reality snaps back it’s too late you’ve killed them all

No therapy can help you, no words can console you

When you’re sick of being shit on, boiling blood it what controls you

When you flip no one knows, go frantic they try to hold you,

You say shut up they ignore you, then your fist, their face it goes threw

And at the end they blame you because you finally stood your ground

So they lock you up in shackles and let assholes roam around