The world
blames me that I am gay
Yet
man can't appreciate or treat a woman right
I
made a choice who I want to be
You
got a girl pregnant, rejects her and abandoned her child
Now
you want to start judging me
You
say I've got no ambition
Yet
you fell in love with liquor
Night
and day you are on the street
You
claim you're sober in pain, misery and frustration
Not
lucid enough to take a decision
You
say I am a sinner because I don't go to church
You
worship God day in and day out
But
could never forgive a brother
Who
hurts you before you dare became a saint
Can't
look him in the eyes, in your heart is hate
The
world wants to castigate me, a murderer
Yet government
abandons little children dying on the street
Many
are homeless, sick and hungry
You
are living in comfort, stole the people's treasury
And
accused me I don't have a heart
You
called me a prostitute wilting her life away
Yet
you're sleeping with a man out of wedlock
At
least I am not hiding behind the curtain
While
you dress in white linen unclean underneath
What's
your excuse for dragging my name on the mud?
Before
you nail a brother's heart to a stick
First
cast a stone on your self
To
understand how much it hurts to bleed
No
man is perfect, everyone is guilty of something
Do
yourself a favor and practice what you preach
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