It's an instinct.
It's in me, it's in you,
it's born within all of us--animals.
Even a mere lil' dog wouldn't run, would stop thinkin' of running
instanty as she's cornered by, sez, more than five big dogs--all lookin' mean.
She would put out that glare, clenched her teeth,
and all for biting back
--even if it'll mean her ruin.
I won't regret, since I've lost nothing.
The way I see it, it's all been dead all the way back;
but I just ignored the stench back then.
I've learn a point from those hooligans,
--which mental I used to despise,
but now embrace as mates. as true reality.
That in this sick world, there's no space for Gandhi.
There's no space for the little nice kid--
the loser who keep on letting her self being shat on.
It's either respect, or payback.
Respect to other doesn't mean being all nice and uber polite bullshit.
And respect to one own self mean,
never let anyone--and by this, ANYONE--
shitting on you, and then get away with it.
Look for your ground, and fukkin stand on it.
Give 'em respect, give 'em pay back,
give 'em what they're worth of.
As enough is ENOUGH.
Friend, or foo, and nothing in between.
Everything in the world is sick joke, except for that.
And the filth is calm and content, until it is not.
And as for now,
may them be restless in peace,
rotting in their little fukkin safe box..
Until we can see clear,
that the grey space was never there.
It's in me, it's in you,
it's born within all of us--animals.
Even a mere lil' dog wouldn't run, would stop thinkin' of running
instanty as she's cornered by, sez, more than five big dogs--all lookin' mean.
She would put out that glare, clenched her teeth,
and all for biting back
--even if it'll mean her ruin.
I won't regret, since I've lost nothing.
The way I see it, it's all been dead all the way back;
but I just ignored the stench back then.
I've learn a point from those hooligans,
--which mental I used to despise,
but now embrace as mates. as true reality.
That in this sick world, there's no space for Gandhi.
There's no space for the little nice kid--
the loser who keep on letting her self being shat on.
It's either respect, or payback.
Respect to other doesn't mean being all nice and uber polite bullshit.
And respect to one own self mean,
never let anyone--and by this, ANYONE--
shitting on you, and then get away with it.
Look for your ground, and fukkin stand on it.
Give 'em respect, give 'em pay back,
give 'em what they're worth of.
As enough is ENOUGH.
Friend, or foo, and nothing in between.
Everything in the world is sick joke, except for that.
And the filth is calm and content, until it is not.
And as for now,
may them be restless in peace,
rotting in their little fukkin safe box..
Until we can see clear,
that the grey space was never there.
