Spitting Fire

If you can be a little less close minded

Just for a second of your precious day

Maybe you can swallow your pride

Because my aggression is way past due

 

I've been beating on these walls

Just for an hour or maybe three

Because I refused to let you hurt

You're more delicate than you let on

 

My tongue has some horrid cuts

Just for year or maybe three

Because these words are like knives

That have been cutting up my mouth

 

So when you choose to be a real man

And let my venomous words submerse you

You'll go home with holes in your chest

because the truth is written on these bullets.