With privilege comes responsibility
And I don't know if i'm doing enough
Is fighting violence with violence
The only solution
And with time comes honesty
And i'm sorry for what i've done in the past
I'm sick of thinking with my dick
And shunning my social contributions
And I hate half the population
But it's the half i'm in
And I hate the dick attached
To the body I was born within
And I hope I can make up for the mistakes
That my shadow made
And I hope that when the lights go out
So will the past
I try to be a better man
But what's a better man
And I try to fix all my mistakes
But what's the point if there are more to be made
I'll dig up the sand around me
And lower myself in
And you can try and dig up the past
Or bury me where i begin
And you'll find me six feet beneath the surface
With my words dribbling down my chin
I just hope that there's room for the rest
Of mankind to fit within
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