Social Misfit

I have no friends, lord forgive us
for our sins, he was murdered as a slave
but now he's back again

To watch the kids defeat poverty
war, brings a troubled economy
buckle down soldier mentality

I try to pay attention to the teachers
they preach, talk it out
I'm sorry, I tried to put, my fist, through his mouth
at the school party

Authorities, get shooked
dope addicts get hooked, the rehab starts within
to heal a nation full of crooks

The words are eternally booked
sharp and chiseled, it grows in your mind
then explodes like a missile

For this he leaves, a trail for all critics
that are not convinced, life was to corny
 

So he's rather be a social misfit

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)