Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
New kind of communism
What is so wrong with
Me being me, mom!?
You don't even know me fully
And what I'm about.
I can't talk to you
And I never could,
Will I ever be able to?
You scoff at me always
And you yell at me when you
Don't get your way.
There are too many people
In this family who
Deserve to get their way,
But you hog it all.
Let someone else have a chance
To be on top of the pyramid
For a while.
You must dislike us all for you
To be running this family
Like a communism.
While you hurt, do you ever
Think of the rest of us hurting as well?
April 4, 2004
Suge
Me being me, mom!?
You don't even know me fully
And what I'm about.
I can't talk to you
And I never could,
Will I ever be able to?
You scoff at me always
And you yell at me when you
Don't get your way.
There are too many people
In this family who
Deserve to get their way,
But you hog it all.
Let someone else have a chance
To be on top of the pyramid
For a while.
You must dislike us all for you
To be running this family
Like a communism.
While you hurt, do you ever
Think of the rest of us hurting as well?
April 4, 2004
Suge
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New kind of communism
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