This fool throws wet stones at me insists on attempts to break my nerve
But I hate to respond to the anger and feed the fuel in those ugly words
They ask me why I say nothing at all like I don’t have any self respect
I say gentleman I’m like incense the more you burn me the more I’m fragrant
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And I don’t feel the need to act violently
And I don’t feel desire to fan the fire
You can say what you want about me
But I lace the lines of these times with generous peace
There’s a thin line between virtue and fear and it’s funny how they appear
Both demanding restraint and control and it’s enough that I know it’s clear
That I’m not scared of you I’m scared of me and I live by controlling my fool
Cause you’re a fool enough for the both of us but I still try to find the good in you
I know its hard to listen to the words you just can’t stand
It’s gonna take more than a fist to enlighten and ignorant man
And don’t you see how we fear the patient eyes of a lion
And don’t you see how we fear those lions in their silence
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