22 September 2014

Kinda thing

That without a doubt

You file away

And you don’t think about

Cuz if you’re not tuning it out

You might feel a pain



Then oceans, mountains

And walls that divide

Would soon be breached

By the opposite side

And distances formerly wide

Within reach to attain



But they had it coming!

That’s what they always say!



What kinda shit

Had to be on the plate

That a man coulda ate

To fill him

With that kind of hate

Wait NO!

I don‘t wanna know



Kinda thing

Of which you’re not proud

You put on your shroud

And you don’t talk loud

You do as the prophet avowed

Or your savior allowed



But papers and pens

That seek to inflame

Speak to your spirit

And call you by name

Drawing you into the game

And the will of the crowd



They had it coming!

That’s what they always say!



What kinda shit

Had to leap off the page

That a man could engage

To pump him

With that kind of rage

Wait NO!

I don’t wanna know

No, I don't wanna know.



contact: Bifani