I've been on this road too long,
Trying to set right what's wrong,
The street seems empty,
For its habitats eschew sympathy.
I'd many times gone astray,
Doing whatever that comes my way,
Paternal love was lost from teenage,
Confused as to what the future holds when I come of age.
Holier than thou you claimed to be,
Sitting right there, pointing fingers and judging me,
The bible say “let he without sin cast the stone first”
The sinner or the one who judged him, who was wrong first?
You have no idea,
How I got here from there,
Before you judge me..., see,
Life ain't easy.
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