I was a boy I was young, stuck in a rut. Words spouted out from the youth like waste from the slums I was fine, this whole time, 'till I was shouting their terms, and standing in their lines I was gone, said goodbye- to my mind, and my life.
Hey, you’ve got another mind to sway You better watch your mouth You better watch what you say Hey, at your tongue they will tear away You better watch your mouth When the wolves come out to play
Now, we’re alone We communicate like animals Sticks and stones They can break and are only so powerful But words carry on, through the air, rendering us all as fawns Meaning we’re just too young, and we’re stepping on the toes of giants now
We should take heed of the heat of our speech What words can one tie into a phrase that can solder your cracked pride?