We May Be Talking

 

Anger is the alphabet  

For this state I’m in. 

P’s, Q’s, dots and pauses. 

There are men out there  

Who still burn crosses. 

Driving it home ain’t talking  

It won’t get you nowhere close. 

Where’s the money  

For your hate? 

Don’t you know  

You’ll stay poor? 

And the men you support  

Don’t give a damn 

Thing about you. 

Don’t give a damn  

Thing to you, 

Who only wanna 

Screw you, 

And do it  

More than you do.