You’ve got questions
But don’t want the answers
You’ve got pressures
But won’t fight the cancer
I offer the elixir
But you won’t drink it
You criticize the mixer
To live for your secrets
I try not to disdain
I don’t want to do that crime
But yet I still feel the pain
Of you wasting my time
Misery is only temporary
I’ve created most of my own
But yours is incendiary
And I won’t have my fire grown
Clay The Scribe 