Pragmatic Damage

It really doesn't matter.
Self preservation, condescension.
anger or spite, you got a better situation.
You gave it some thought, figure you never shoulda let 'em in.
If you turn your back on former lovers or friends,
You're not living in the city of god, but that of man.
See, i've been spit on and kicked by the ones who i've been loved by.
I've tried my best but couldn't pass the tests, so many tears have i cried.
To the crowds, they don't give a shit that i answer honest while the world lies.
There's not a friend in the world i wouldn't shed blood for.
There's not a soul i've said i loved i wouldn't be there for.
Maybe i just exist in shadows.
Maybe the light i shine, when times are fine, it don't really matter to you.
I guess you're unaware, in my mind, i've died a thousand times for you.
I guess you just don't know, if you needed a line, i'd always throw one to you.
Maybe my water's depths ain't too clear
Cuz the waves are rough and storms always causin' swells.
But if i said it once, then i'm always by you.
You think i'm a dunce, but i think i see right through you.
You think i'm fucked up.
You think i'm heartless.
You think i hate coloreds and queers.
You think i'm a white boy.
You think i came from a world you know.
But, one thing's for sure, i love like jesus said to.
I forgive your sins and i hate my own, and i know always will.

-DyMc