People think prison or death
Are the best punishments...
Their hair is always perfect
their clothes always match...
So many people are hiding,
Hiding behind a mask of lies...
Looks can be deceiving,
The poison of a plant...
I’m tired of the calling
Of different names...
Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
You must know I like my country,
Life here is simple...
I’m the one they least expected
I’m the one they thought was good...
The potential of a man
is something that he can do...
What would I do,
Leave this place I know so well...
If I was gone
Who would know...