This is my country I love it so much.
I still feel I’ve been tossed under a bus.
I know I say bad words a lot and cuss;
My neighbors having a party,
playing “Not Like Us”.
50, I take it back this isn’t my song.
I never should’ve learned the lyrics and rapped along.
I put them out into the world over and over.
I manifested having to look over my shoulder.
Men could never wish death upon me;
If my wishes are that they live happily.
I’m surly not committing a crime,
standing up for what’s rightfully mine.
They are the ones acting greedy.
I don’t need a talking car or a bazillion inch TV.
I’m not at Dior coppin a fit.
Lol! A bazillion inch tv?!
I don’t watch that shit.
PATRICIA A. MANIACI
I love you guys!
Thank you God!
