Gangster

I'm terrible, the outlaw I'm wicked, I'm death You put me in prison Till you've made your point You get me… good for you You don't… you're next What you see, is what you made You saw a thriving innocent child Taught to love and care he made no trouble. Yet you took his joy and buried it He cried and you made it worse… a happy home shattered because of what you wish to gain, you flooded my world with dark days and seize all forms of laughter you choose to dine with demons to see me ripped out of the face of the earth Yet again, I survived. Again and again, we are used as experiments. you made prayers seem like a curse and an excuse for vengeance… the morning you made black the night you made us disappear all litigations you won and put us beneath and we are supposed to act like all is well you made us suffer so we become thugs you made us thugs so we become enslaved to material things You give that money to satisfy your desires And I am the darkness? I accept.. because I still have a heart I accept my deeds… i had to see people cry and i didn't care cause you leave me no choice You are the devil himself Bred with greed and pride Your only love is hatred The cries of an infant have no bearing in your heart That is if you have one You made a beast and curse him to bow to your command And dump him to rot like a waste or just kill him like an insect because he adds no value to you anymore Cursing his children to beg, And so the circle continues I hope you suffer; I hope you die miserably I hope the darkness you put in our homes Follow your lineage. till they fade from the earth And follow you to an ever-burning hell