Jermaine’s Pain

Misunderstood
It seems I’m always
Misunderstood
Try as I may
I’m Misunderstood
Ain’t that a shame?

Misunderstood
My words are
Misunderstood
Gone too far
Misunderstood
But this is poetry, Dollface
Hate the player not the game

What’s so toxic about having a cock
That Jesus made a little thicker
You speak of truth
But you lack the courage to dig deeper
And wanna crucify a brother
For tackling hard issues

I’m no stranger to oppression
But mark me, sugar lumps,
I’d sooner die than see you castrate
These words