John Dissed: Music

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I don’t eat the flesh of things
Doesn’t make much sense to me
I don’t have the taste for blood
Karma tells me just to let things be

And I don’t spend a lot of time
On the ones with the blank stares
It’s not that I wish them ill
Just rather leave em to their lonely sad prayers

I guess it makes me some kind of radical freak of nature
Staying true to what makes sense in my heart
Cut me up or lock me down, I don’t think it’ll matter
Just knowing that you wanna, sometimes tears me apart

I don’t got a stomach for war
Not patriotic enough to embrace
Telling some kid to give up a leg
To blow up someone’s baby girl’s half a face

I like the ones who don’t quite fit
Your vision of what the world should be
And I’m sorry if I don’t seem to get
Your joke about a black man hangin from a tree

I guess it makes me some kind of radical freak of nature
Staying true to what makes sense in my heart
Cut me up or lock me down, I don’t think it’ll matter
Just knowing that you wanna, sometimes tears me apart

I do better alone
I like my own company
No one’s harder on me
Got my own morality

I guess it makes me some kind of radical freak of nature
Staying true to what makes sense in my heart
Cut me up or lock me down, I don’t think it’ll matter
Just knowing that you wanna, sometimes tears me apart