Crime for Living
Crime for Living
I am held captive
In a frozen state of mind
You dropped me off a cliff
How could you be so blind
I sit here in my room
And watch the day go by
Your pretty little face makes me wonder why
Put me in jail and throw away the key
Considered a delinquent of our society
Falling into the hands of poverty
In a padded room
I'm rotting mentally
I'm a crime for living in a grown up race
All the lame people I have to face
Maybe I'll survive before they drop the bomb
Or will the world become vietnam
Excuse me for living
I'm not the perfect one
Pointing at my head I hold a loaded gun
Looking at your face really makes me sick
Ready to destroy you like a bomb I tick
Writer/s: Acrophet
