You may put me down
Trod me in your dirty lies
Sprinkle falsified rumor on me
Glare at me in the dust
But as you stamp past
I rise like dust
Don’t I cause havoc in your eyes?
In bitter claims you champ
How high or mighty you?
Spit my name to your folks
Paint and taint my name to the crowd
With a hope of a hopeless heart
As they shuffle their feet
I rise like dust
Don’t I cloud your sight?
Like a demented spirit you fume
Fusing about my fame
Masquerading like a fallen angel
Poison souls with phony truth
Of my repute that intends to soil
You bite and bark
You call me a swollen river
Petrified to cross me?
Yes, I rise in the tide
Broken and drained of my sassy smiles?
In agitation bitter words you shoot
You claim my friendship
Laugh with folks how lowly I’m
You poke and provoke my heart
I laugh and smile with you
Isn’t pain rooted in your heart?
That I’m a rainy cloud
I rise in the winds
When you cow and ball not
Soul,
Before you waste in hatred and envy
Respect is earned not given!
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Founder: Bettie Atemo
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