a different side....i feel bad when people misjudge me
thought i never protest, but they attack my existing creed
they attack and question my work and my deed
they question my way and my style
but why, when i walk alone in my own aisle
they question my faith, they question my belief
what the problem they have, what the f they need
if i talk about peace, they think it is a shit
talk about philosophy, it is a f up script
am i maniac or a fool, who thinks every one cool?
or a crumbed up shit, which sounds real, but a hollow spoof
if i mannered not to hurt anyone, then why it sounds bad
or if i am naïve in some aspects, they why you people making me sad
see i may not be that much educated, i am not that much illuminated
am still a child at heart, got some vision, and sometimes get bifurcated
from my view, coz i am still confused in my life,
what i am going to doi
tell the truth and i don’t disavow from this growing hue
but someone getting embarrassed of me seriously jerks my conscious to
do i sued anyone, or do i conspire
or do i plot a plan, or i am an intriguant planning someone to get fired
i may not show these feelings, coz it’s useless when it is not treasured
i may not shed my tears, coz its useless when it is a source of someone pleasure
but it’s a kind of tremor that sometime shook my very existence
that fights with my pious resistance, that’s attacking my left up subsistence
i warn people not to mess up with me
i request you not to wag your heard in my spree
and even if you don’t agree, then i don’t care of ya decree
get that f around, get that bang up sound,
speak all those shits loud,
coz i still prefer to do my wayin this no one selfish crowd……………………..
in the name of him
bonjoe
