A DIFFERENT SIDE

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