0wl - Lamb the Butcher

I thirst for prosperity but I can’t drink my problems Away
Hoping for a happy hour after many a rainy Day
They tried to slip me a drink with one of them tiny Umbrellas
But if I’m caught in the rain I wouldn’t even be Covered
Tired of, Paycheck to Paycheck Except, without the Paycheck a forced
Diet of Bread and water without the Bread
But don’t ever sit at the table without, bowing yo Head
Saying Grace, that could be your Saving Grace Unless a wretched Disgrace
End up Dead, too proud to Beg save Face
Sacrifice stomach for Place to lay Head Feeling like
Less than a Man like a baker without a Pan
Or pot, without a Flower Flour unable to make Bread I just Catch
The Scraps and Endings that are thrown to the Pigeons
No Meat or Mayo just Stale un-happy Endings
Sandwiches with no Meat to Eat between the Endings
I wonder is this what they mean when They Say Make ends Meet
Being a part of the Flock isn’t Hot but the wolf who is Mean
Seems to blow up like Trinitrotoluene.
So now Sweet baby Sheep aspire to be Wolves
So they trim and they dye and they straighten their Wool
Then they sharpen their claws and they sharpen their Teeth
And they Howl and they Growl as they Prowl through the Streets
And in trying to be wolves they would Prey on the Sheep
So They slaughter and Slay all the Sheep that They Meet
Then the Shepard returns to take vengeance on Wolves
But the blood of the lamb can be found on the Hooves
Of the Sheep who pretend to be something they’re Not
Terrorizing other Sheep as they Creep down the Block
Then Stood a lamb with the heart of a lion who lambasted the wannabe Wolves
It is for your own Good
Though we must make a change if we’re not living Well
We must accept our own and still be our Selves

Written by:
Thaddeus Shaheed

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