Dear Audience.. Hear me now.. In case I can’t speak tomorrow.. You see sorrow.. And follow as sharks inside of water.. When they see blood... Of some one claimed to be crippled... Their perfectly well... Perfectly fine... Well in mine.. Etc... For the better of... The circumstances handed to this... Boy or Girl.. Man or woman... But you don’t know of their problems... You just bother, poke, stab, until you get tired of... Retaliations of the weak are strong... Excuse my french in the sense the weak are strong... No retail or own age over them... They emotion in what ever they put emotion in... See some one trip down the stairs and laugh before helping... Only thing I see funny is that your care free... Cause their acting to the judges... Guilty in abundance... Blind to their mind... Full of pride shown to hundreds... And I’m not self righteous cause as a human... I’ve done it... And I’ll do what’s needed for my dream... Cause I’m hungry... But to those who are scared... Who’s scared for real... Talk about those who spill their mind ... But are afraid to spill... Grab a gun... Hold your genitals... Threaten to kill... Come on bruh... Words are nothing dog... Actions can feel... So to the scared ... I speak to the judges... Who’ve been judging all their lives... Why you stand behind your wood ... No gavel all the time... Trying to judge... You ain’t god... No heaven in your spine... The only one you should judge... Is the one you call I...