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