Not Gonna

A poem/song dedicated to all those haters who complain about songs that are a bit dark.

Hipocrisy surrounds us, everywhere we go,

Drawing people backwards, making us slow,

Because everything is fine, while there is no admire,

But hatred surfaces out, when we start raising higher.

They soon find out they're nothing but a shade,

When they feel the bite of our lyrical blade,

Bringing us down becomes the top objective,

Unhonorable methods just seem too effective.

We're not allowed to speak from our heart,

For it is not considered to be a proper art.

Of their regular lives we should just be a clone,

And not complain about anything, happy when they throw us a bone.

That's why I'm not gonna tell you we're surrounded by thieves,

Not gonna point out the person inside you which grieves,

Not gonna make you realize your life doesn't make sense,

Not gonna tell you you're worthless, just an expense.

When we write something dark, as disturbed we're judged,

Their narrow minds can't see we're doing it not to feel grudged.

Into asylum they wanna throw us, lock us up in chains,

Because there is no place better for our twisted little brains.

You better move away all the sharp stuff, and beat us up with fists,

It's for our own good, we'll surely try to cut our wrists!

A psychologist for evaluating, on us to seize the reign,

But wait.....we don't need one " we're already insane!

A chainsaw I would like, if you could hand it to me please,

To make a few adjustments, who needs all those limbs geez?

Show me your middle finger when it's on the floor,

All this blood prevents you from begging me: no more!

So I'm not gonna tell about the crisis in the world,

Not gonna touch your shell in which you've curled,

Not gonna tell you that I'm just being realistic,

Not gonna tell you you're just too simplistic.

And I'm not gonna make you realize what is going on

In this world full of pain, you're just a stupid pawn,

Not gonna tell you you can get the f**k away

From all of us writers, and in your jealousy decay.

Author's Note

Here I kinda go back to my rap roots. I wrote this freestyle - didn't edit the lines, just wrote the first thing that crossed my mind. It may get a little bit confusing because of the constant swithching of persons that I am addressing to. For example, in the verse I am addressing to the haters, but in the verses I sometimes address directly to them, and sometimes I just say "them" or "they". But I'm sure you'll get it, guys. This one took me about 40-50 minutes.

Reviews

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

For no editing, actually for anything at all, this is great! The lyrics really speak to me, like they make sense to me, ya know? I love it!

[Tomislav Petricevic]

Thanks! :D

[♪The Girl Next Door♪]

:) noooo problem

[Mockingbird]

it flowed well, and sounded like it could be a rap. it was insightful and thought-provoking. it shows the hypocrisy of people, their bloodlust to ill our creative instincts. it's sad that we must realize that we're just pawns. great piece.

[Perfect Mistake]

Sometimes i think free style poems are the best way to express things. Great poem! i enjoyed reading it and good choice of words that you used. Felt the raw emotion of passion as i read the words.