You think you know it
What is this neighborhood
But the truth is for real
A truth you’ve never understood
There isn’t any violence
We got no old age attacks
Young men wear jeans
And old ones Armani slacks
You keep just keep on talking
About crime you don’t know
Bring all your cameras in here
Faking like a reality show
You’re not from here
Don’t talk like you know me
Your style is so weak
You have to steal creativity
Take no offense
At what I’m deliverin’
Cause you’re just the most recent
Of society killin’ villain
You come in here
Trying to make us look bad
When all you ever do
Is play up to some cheap trending fad
Who’s the real big man
When it comes to society
The man who spreads lies
Or the one with integrity
We may not all have
All the things that you’ve got
But where I’m from
We choose what we’ve not
See those two oldies
Those walking over there
When I was born
They gave my mom a high chair
That man over there
He just lost his wife
But you know what
We keep helping him with life
This is our home
Not some TV stereotypes
It takes all kinds
Even some like you lowlifes
So take your cameras
And your promises
Then move your behinds
Off our premises
The film crew didn’t really know what to do at that point as Rod finished. The crowd that had gathered was cheering and that seemed to give the crew a clue. They and their slum dressed star slipped away as the bus started to slow down. Rod was a hero. A hero in our small block of the town.
[…] For another taste of Rod’s world try Society Killin’ Villain. […]
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