you look at me with those eyes
and you judge me to be immature
yet without knowing
you have casted your first stone
you throw me no pity
no mercy
no grace
no pardon nor favor
for all you see is disgust
all you see is disgrace
you ask for respect
when you give none
you demand things of me
yet you tell me none
you allow me no reason
and you expect me to mature?
be the hypocritical man you are
burn your principles into your skin
let it be etched in your memory
for your ways may be imparted in me
yet there is nothing else for you
when you are a metal rod
that allows no bends
that can only see breaks
i keep looking for bridges
i keep searching for you
but through your narrow mind
no bridge can cross
no path can be taken
for even the path not taken
cannot be my own
rant all you want
but your middle man can't do
for i am my father's son
and his spirit lives in me
