The Boy Down The Street

 

They criticize me like that boy who used to live on our street,

He made a living off selling weed & smokin some trees,

He had no shoes on his feet and yet still walked those dirty streets,

But he had food to eat and he walked to his own beat,

 

I looked up to that dude because he didn’t ever care,

He looked at the people who judged him like they weren’t even there,

But they still stared,

And he wasn’t even scared,

 

And now they look at me with the same judging eyes,

They accuse me of things I never did and it’s all lies,

But I know someday my life will be great and I’ll leave this all behind,

Because I get off on their criticism and I’ll leave those b*****s blind,

 

They say I rebel too much and it won’t get me anywhere in this life,

Yet they hold me down with their words like knives,

But I still break free and soon I’ll forget them all,

And they’ll be trying to climb up the walls I built so tall,

 

I was never the favorite so I did things my own way,

Yet they still had nothing to say,

Until the day I stumbled in late with words of hate,

Telling them all we’ll never relate,

 

They call me heartless and they call me a b***h,

Because when they needed my help I abandoned them in a ditch,

It’s not my fault you never cared,

So don’t tell me you forgot to prepare,

 

You can’t expect me to forgive so easily,

Because I hate you all deeply,

I told you I wouldn’t make this easy,

So stop being so needy,

 

And till this very day I still look up to that dude,

Who made his living off smoking weed and selling trees,

He gave me guidance in times of need,

After all I owe him my life because he set me free.