Guilty Of…

Lay down the sentence
Guilty of who I am

Why pry into my daily life
A little flower looked at like poison

So I’m not who you are
Who are you to judge me

Still living in this world
Im not going away better accept me or

Live your life who you are
Why can’t I be just like you

We want the same things
Being loved and greeted

Secure in who I am

Why does that trouble you
Im just a Indian among lost pilgrims

You say patriot I say you’re full of shit
Swim in the swamp of trump

Come up dirty as hell
Why can’t I be just who I am

You tell me who I should be
Why the fuck would I listen to you

Flags and pickups chasing a liar
Can’t believe we’re still on him
P T Barnum with Orange half hair