I’m somebody for somebody to show off and show out
but, I won’t be the one with lips to pout
Against me, it’s always a personal vendetta
It’s Scarface, starring Al Taylor as Tony Montana
My whole life, others are quick to judge
See why I don’t forgive more than I hold grudge
Have to be fearless for my soul not to budge
from any verbal to physical threatening nudge
This is me in the flesh, I’m someone’s son
The war may be lost, battles I’ve won
Focus on me and do my thing like a don
I like to run own things, pass the baton
What is the meaning now to be nice
Kindness taken for weakness, comes at a price
Have to examine who are real friends of mine
Can’t ignore the signs, read between lines
I’ve seen the most of worse in extremities
Think I made a difference in lives for good… enemies
Keep telling them, you don’t bully me
Show how wrath of a short man can fully be
It’s said, drama is something I create or invite
I will no longer welcome it to excite
It can appear as a disguise in my life, like a mite
Eat the dust, as tried to make me bite
Some didn’t wanna act right, when I was in their presence
Now, they do and still shady in my absence
Mistreated in idea of negligence
I’m straightforward for whole independence
Glad to recognize reality as a loner
Reinventing the wheel, myself, a skin toner
Better off, exactly where I’m at
If I can call it home, lay down hat
© 2014, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
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