Been never pampered through scripted care,
Been never couched, been never hand feed.
Been treated like a low-key fool,
Been never allowed to take my lead.
Been carried away with the with so loose,
been anchored with all bogus glues.
Been dragged down, was naked to burns,
Been riddled hard, now my brain churns.
Kindness and me, we are synonyms to one,
don’t scare me, I may hold the gun.
When weakness rises, weakness leaves,
may trap you like wine, may trap you to grief.