| Dead Man Writing If I have one thought its hate. Just one word to say, its hate. I guess you thought you were just too great, Guess you thought you had to compensate. Let me tell you how much I hate, Let me give you one idea of how much I hate. All I have to say is Fuck You and all you have to say. You�re stuck With this son you can�t give away, Who doesn�t do what you want just cause you say, I won�t mold to your fingers, I�m not your clay. I guess today�s just not your day, So don�t you pray when I say stay away! I guess I�m not just a little boy, Little boys know more of human joy. This is my one thought, its hate. Let�s reflect on how much I hate This bullshit you call discipline, This fucking shit you call sin. I hate it when they take my joy, All the methods you employ. Just won�t let me stay in bed So I step out into traffic instead, Just cause I�ve got this notion in my head: When this book is done I know I�m dead. Wake up one day just to find me gone, Grown too tired of being God�s pawn. Live a life under God is one big test, A life I�m giving up, its for the best. As soon as I get that first fuck, Step out in front of my first truck. Dying is just so hard when you�re urgin�, Dying is just so hard for a virgin. Got this premonition, can�t pretend, When this book is done I meet my end. Look in my eyes and tell me I don�t hate, Look in my eyes and contemplate. As soon as this book is done, As soon as I�ve had my fun, That�s the day that last I see these sins, That�s the day my joy begins. |