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Maybe
Maybe I'll quit smoking,
buzz in my head a chokin'.
Maybe I'll go church,
no that will stall my brain in a lurch.
I can say maybe and never agree at all,
it is just like saying "fuck it all".
Maybe you don't listen or hear my tone,
my attitude alone should have sent you home.
I do not placate or care not to offend,
just get out of my face, your shrill voice out of my head!
If I talk above your IQ,
I do not care,
all you do is have a blank stare.
Maybe I should school you on being a friend,
when you misunderstand,
thoughts go to violence,
you misquote me again,
I'll cut off your eyelids!
Then maybe you might see,
how misunderstood words,
really hurt me!
Maybe I won't beat you within an inch of your life,
leave you crying in a ditch,
left to your own device.
A ditch party indeed,
with the Brotherhood in tow,
it would be guaranteed that the blood would flow.
Oh my Lord,
misunderstood again,
I say the Brotherhood,
you say I'm a skinhead!
I would never be such a reprehensible puke,
such twisted sick people,
I just rebuke!
I try to teach with the words that I write,
but all that ends up being,
I struggle and I fight.
I waste my time day after day,
feeling my words to you wasting away.
Do you not listen,
do you not hear,
sweat does glisten,
you are paralyzed in fear.
Hate and misinformation,
are your partners in crime,
I don't give a shit,
I'm sick of your lines!
I hate the hate,
I loathe the loathing,
I bring this to you,
come back to us again,
I am hoping!
"Do no harm",
I keep repeating,
I just don't say it,
it made me believe again!
But I do believe,
if I must,
harm will be done,
it is what is just!
Maybe is might,
Just wait and see,
I might just tell you maybe.
buzz in my head a chokin'.
Maybe I'll go church,
no that will stall my brain in a lurch.
I can say maybe and never agree at all,
it is just like saying "fuck it all".
Maybe you don't listen or hear my tone,
my attitude alone should have sent you home.
I do not placate or care not to offend,
just get out of my face, your shrill voice out of my head!
If I talk above your IQ,
I do not care,
all you do is have a blank stare.
Maybe I should school you on being a friend,
when you misunderstand,
thoughts go to violence,
you misquote me again,
I'll cut off your eyelids!
Then maybe you might see,
how misunderstood words,
really hurt me!
Maybe I won't beat you within an inch of your life,
leave you crying in a ditch,
left to your own device.
A ditch party indeed,
with the Brotherhood in tow,
it would be guaranteed that the blood would flow.
Oh my Lord,
misunderstood again,
I say the Brotherhood,
you say I'm a skinhead!
I would never be such a reprehensible puke,
such twisted sick people,
I just rebuke!
I try to teach with the words that I write,
but all that ends up being,
I struggle and I fight.
I waste my time day after day,
feeling my words to you wasting away.
Do you not listen,
do you not hear,
sweat does glisten,
you are paralyzed in fear.
Hate and misinformation,
are your partners in crime,
I don't give a shit,
I'm sick of your lines!
I hate the hate,
I loathe the loathing,
I bring this to you,
come back to us again,
I am hoping!
"Do no harm",
I keep repeating,
I just don't say it,
it made me believe again!
But I do believe,
if I must,
harm will be done,
it is what is just!
Maybe is might,
Just wait and see,
I might just tell you maybe.
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