Hard Knocks

HARD KNOCKS - Written by Carroll Bryant

It’s been a long time

I can’t get it out of my head

Words can be unkind

Like blue can be painted red

You keep spinning the truth

They keep spinning the lies

They keep blaming their youth

You keep rolling the dice

Bullies like what they say

And they like what they do

Don’t go wishing it that way

Someday they’ll be coming for you too

It’s been a wild night

And visions can replace the dark

It was a dog fight

But I had to defend my heart

Girls will run around town

While they play with their toys

Just like Patrick Brown

Likes to play with little boys

You can squeeze all the blood

From the palm of your hand

Hide behind your fake love

Or you can make your own stand

And in the mystery of life

You seek for wisdom and for something wise

The school of hard knocks always has classes

Morning, noon and night

They’re nothing but asses

It was a rough ride

Glad to see it finally end

No, you can’t hide

Behind a false prophet or friend

You keep spinning instead

They keep jumping the gun

They keep spinning their web

You keep them on the run

Bullies like what they say

And they like what they do

Don’t go wishing it that way

Someday they’ll be coming for you too

They will be coming for you