Tired

Something else I wrote while angry...

I’m Tired Of The Fakeness, 
Tired Of The Lies, 
‘Cause Behind The Big Smiles 
It’s You I Despise. 
And From This Heart 
That Pumps Blood, 
And These Two 
Eyes That Cry, 
I’ma Tear Out The Feelings 
That Wish You Would Die, 
And Display Them Proudly 
For The Whole World To See. 
Your Words Won’t 
Bring Me Down, 
Its Just Verbal Relief. 

So Come Off 
Your High Horse 
And Stand On The Ground 
And Try Talk Your S**t 
When There’s No One Around 
And Realise The Silence 
That Booms From Your Mouth 
‘Cause Without All Your Cronies 
You Don’t Make A Sound. 
And All Your Words Serve As 
Is Fuel For My Blaze. 
So When My Spirit Lights Up, 
Like A Million Flames, 
I Know You Admire 
I Know You’re Amazed 

This Is My Bull S**t 
I’m Back On It Like Rhymes 
And I’ll Keep Getting Up 
Every One Of The Times 
You Dampen My Aura 
With Your Jelous Words 
You’ll Never Defeat Me 
That S**t Is Unheard. 
So Don’t Say That 
You Know Me, 
I Know What You’ve Heard. 
And I Laugh Hard 
At Every False Word 
So Before You Begin 
Just Let Me Say This… 

I’m Wezley Javan Burrows… 
Don’t F**k With Me B***h…