About me the truth you see
Is my-story a mystery steadily unfolding
Call it his-story my victory over the trickery
Played on me by those thinking it necessary
To force me onto a course of greed
My voices give heed to all not drawn in
By this really great need.
I held on for dear life to my former wife
And asked that her love be not any man’s right
So to this fight and others I give all to suckers and
Sowers of bad fruit. Stay away from fence
You stand to damage my roots.
And no group therapy could prepare me
For what I was about to see
The demon in me killed the so-called angelic side of me
Leaving only two of a trinity and your remedy is poison
Don’t act coy then, you know where frued went
Yeah, off the deep end and so it begins
Another free-thinker wins what some men find a plenty
So it begins the search for any weak skinny
Ghedal tan from South Durban
Somewhere that black skin is thought pleasant.
While it all a dream my life, your beliefs, the truth, the lies
None can deny that I am what I am
Not a child of God, but a Man of the damned.
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