First (Part 1)

Lord they ain't got no mercy now

Report that life is rough grew accustom

Don't take it personal diamonds turn to

Dust seen no justice for the meek or loud

Wrote this off the cuff seen corruption so

Versatile a lot is sus warrant more discussion

Stood on principle ain't no room for cowards

Saw the silence devoured been sitting in a cell

Shot me no bail felt the bullets wounds sinking

Through then bid I farewell nail to the cross at

The boss's instruction lost for words as you turn

Heel got a figure that smitten been once bitten

Now I'm twice shy guess the keeping distance

Rules apply I'm on that timing strayed away from

Assignment for potential at friendship or more

Eroded trust as sand beach upon the shore of

Course turned colder as these broad shoulders

Dusted the dirt the imperfect as you put yourself

First person.