Calling the dirt

by j r harris   Jan 17, 2007


They say I'm a monster, they think I'm cruel.
away from home I'm pop star, they love me at school
at home i get no love, cause I'm favored in unjust rule
i get around the laws and i break them too
but why they got to hate because i do what i do,
if they had it like me they would do it to
favor isn't fair, never has been never will be
but they cry unfair all day on my block called Willoughby
yeah they do their dirt but they dont see it at all
they try to keep it quiet but I'm making their calls
tried to stop me from exposing their dirt by calling me snitch
but words never hurt, i wont fall for physcological tricks.
as long as they stay hiding,
I'm a continue to seek
no I'm not perfect, for that they give me the heat.
criticize myself is all that i do
but they think I'm only calling on them when thats not truth.
truth is, when I'm handling them, I'm handling me
wee all got blind spots but together we see
i see you and you see me
I'm call it like i see it and i advise you to do the same thing!!!

(explanation)
my brothers and sisters don't like me much because they feel like i get away with murder and they don't. they think i enjoy getting away with things. and to be honest i don't get away with as much as they think i do. they always trying to do dirt and i catch them a lot and call them on it. so naturally they don't like me because i put them in a position where they have to do the right thing and some people just don't wish to be right. simple as that.

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