Sometimes I feel like a target.. Shoot the messenger.
Shoot her for speaking her truth. The knowledge I know , combating the ignorance in you.
Shoot her. She’s naive. She’s trying too hard. She ain’t anything.
The knowledge is in the deep. And all you haters..I can’t hear you speak.
I just feel your envy. And to anyone on here, it’s not you. I just got on this thing.
But there’s a target in my head. Some people I know want me dead. But it’s okay. I live through my words. Love through my mind, bleed peace in the void.
I just want peace