Tired of This

Everybody’s talking…Nobody is listening,
Me personally I’m done listening.
It's my time to talk,
If you don’t like it, well you know how to walk.
It's my turn to make your hears bleed like my heart did,
It's time for you to get pay back for what I went through as a kid,
My heart bleeds pain,
My eyes cry rain.
My tough speaks grief,
My brain disregards society’s belief.
My soul has gone on vacation,
It's not coming back until I get some confirmation.
Saying my life will turn out just as my dreams say,
And that God will take me right where I lay.
See I have held my tongue for too long,
Pain is my gift is my theme song.
“The preacher can save you”,
How? What the hell can he do?
"Pray for you and help you get closer to God,"
Well I prayed yesterday and in regards to me & God…
He needs to come and get me,
This world doesn’t deserve a man like me.
I took the beatings, I took the punches, I took the whippings.
And all you want to do is show me some damn newspaper clippings.
God you better take me now,
Jus tell me when where & How.
I will be waiting pain in my left and grief in right,
Before I go just know I put up hell of a fight.