Spit - True Temper

I’m getting tired of holding my tongue

Walked over and spit on

I’m sick of being under the gun

Why can’t I count on anyone?

Die in and die out

Making sure the right words come out of my mouth

Well I hope they’re happy

Cause I’m constantly judged

By junkies, cheaters, liars

Consumed by their pride

Pointing fingers without looking inside

Tell me how I’m a dissapointment

Tell me how I’m a piece of shit

You look at me like I’m the bad guy

Just because I have my own mind

What the fuck is wrong with thinking for myself?

Not giving a fuck about anybody else

You just sit on your ass

Teaching your kids to hate

To hell with your worthless name

I will not do the same