Sometimes I curse my words
Full of venom and rage
Streaming on my paper page
You judge my work with the forest in your eyes
While I understand my try’s
Through the gains, pains, a shrub in my eyes.
Lest you be judged
Be a brother’s keeper
But focus on your life deeper
Keen to point out the wrongs
But cant focus on your life’s wrongs
Tell me my errors in person
Not in public, don’t let your mouth run
I want to build
Not peer at my wrong
And I’m Bill, not dude
Where there’s Bill there’s a will there’s a way
Not having you
Bring me down live half my life and throw the rest away.
I know who I am, is that something y’all can say?
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