Since grownin’ up some people feared me
Nothing about any graveyards I’ve filled
What scares them isn’t that I’m violent
These souls just can’t stand me bein’ real
So many have learned to be fake
Can’t let the world see who they really are
Somewhere when they couldn’t recover
Over time that lie just went too far
They come from all walks of life
Even all branches of military forces
Something won’t let them look in the mirror
Just stop and address the original source
Some men and women like fake money
Nothing about them ever came hard
Looking for respect they never paid for
Just like a damned old plastic credit card
When you buy with money that you don’t have
True respect you’ll never feel
Character and honor aren’t for sale
You can only earn those bein’ real
JBentley-13APR2024
Comments2
So powerful and true. Beautiful write. JBently! ❤️
Thank you for your kind words.
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