Who are you?
Who are you to judge?
Hiding at home
Blinded by a wicked grudge
All your friends explain that
You're just making fun
But is it a joke?
Or a fully loaded gun?
Quite frankly I don't believe them
No, not that hurt you spit
One hundred and one
Miles per hour
You, my friend
Must think you're clever
Tried to hide it but you can't
Your insecurities will bleed
Shut your mouth
Your words are venom
Enough to kill a man
Go cleanse your filthy hands
So who am I?
Who am I to decide
What's wrong and what's right?
What is truth and what is spite?
Well I don't think I know how to control it anymore
Matter of fact, I don't think that I ever did
Stop playing these games
Each letter you spill requires another stitch (Yes it did)
You, my friend
Must think you're clever
Tried to hide it but you can't
Your insecurities will bleed
Shut your mouth
Your words are venom
Enough to kill a man
Go cleanse your filthy hands
It's just not nice
The way you never think twice
You think you're smarter than that
You're always right
Control your tongue
As sharp as a knife
You carve away at these lives
Now make it right
You're just not right
Just make it right
Don't make me fight
Just make it right
Now make it right
You're just not right
Just make it right
Don't make me fight
Please take your time
And brush off your crown
Believe you're all that you need
Good luck with that